#i'm not gonna be sober while all of you bitches get to get drunk and have fun

[gothgoblinbabe]

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts

Logan Howlett x fem!reader

Warnings:  ( MDNI 18+) neighbor!reader,fem reader, Logan’s kinda rude for a lil’ bit, neighbors to frenemies to lovers? Idk, alcohol consumption (nothing 18+ happens while anyone is intoxicated), swearing, i can’t write Wade’s witty dialogue for shit pls bear w me, implied age gap, unprotected sex (wrap it up I beg of you), poking fun at the Kardashians a little, swearing and I think that’s it, but pls lmk if I missed any!

Summary: You have a little too much to drink one night in Wade's living room, resulting in an indirect confession that Logan absolutely hears through the thin drywall of his bedroom. Wade then ditches your usual weekend plans in an attempt at playing cupid - and it may just be the best favor he's ever done for you.

Word Count: 8K (get comfy bitch)

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Being Wade Wilson’s best friend and neighbor included two main components:

Watching trash TV and getting drunk every other weekend - usually at the same time - and Wade wasn’t going to let his new roommate's attitude ruin it in the slightest.

“She’s gonna be here any minute and if you don’t pull the stick out of your ass and be nice, I'm going to lock you in your room like a sad, lonely dog.”

Logan only grunted in response, sipping his drink in the doorway and watching him run around the living room to make the place look livable.

He’d only moved in a couple weeks ago and Wade had been trying to introduce you both - inviting you over when he knew Logan had no plans - but every time, he was out the door before you were even opening yours across the hall. He’d try everything he could to avoid meeting new people, fearful that any type of real connection with someone would be ripped out from under him just like it had been many times before.

Wade huffed in satisfaction when he was done moving a few things around, standing in front of Logan with his hands on his hips.

“I mean it, kitty cat. She’s a sweet girl - keep the claws in.”

“Told you to stop callin’ me that.”

“Too bad, so sad, kitty.”

As Logan was considering puncturing three evenly spaced holes in both sides of Wade’s chest, they were both interrupted by a knock on the front door.

You were on the other side, of course, a twelve pack of beer under your arm. You rocked back and forth on your heels while you patiently waited for Wade to let you in. You did kind of hope you’d maybe get to meet his new roommate this time - it was a little odd that he was never there when you were.

He answered the door after a second, placing a hand over his heart dramatically when he saw the beer in your arms.

“For me? Aw, sugar, you shouldn't have,” he sighed as he took the box from your arms, ushering you inside.

“Did I have a choice?” you joked back, kicking off your shoes.

You followed him into the living room only to stop in your tracks.

Logan stood near the couch in his sweatpants, looking like he’d been dragged into the middle of the room to be put on display. He did reluctantly agree to stay for a second and finally let him introduce you so he could sulk back to his bedroom and nurse a bottle of whiskey till he fell asleep.

“Well, there he is,” Wade said in a lackluster tone, “now, he is house trained, but he does bite occasionally - “

“Fuck off.”

His deep voice surprised you a bit, unintentionally raising your eyebrows with your gaze still on him.

“ I'm Logan.”

You nodded politely and introduced yourself, shoving your hands in your pockets nervously. He was tall, definitely a good couple years older than you and incredibly handsome, all of which made your stomach erupt into butterflies.

And Logan did not like the way you were looking at him.

He’d seen it more times than he could count on the faces of every pretty young thing that tried to take him home from the bar, batting their eyelashes at him and laying hands on him like it would be persuasive in any way. It never worked, as his dismissive attitude sent a clear message. He couldn’t be bothered to take any of them up on their offers and wasn’t interested in fulfilling some fantasy they had about being with an older man. He didn’t think much about stuff like that anyway, avoiding any chance of vulnerability and attachment to someone he was sure he’d eventually lose.

And you still had that look on your face.

“Night.”

With that, Logan disappeared down the hallway to his room and shut the door.

“He’s not much of a talker,” Wade assured you, “probably for the best.”

From then on, you’d occasionally see Logan come out of his room while you were over - getting something from the kitchen, doing his laundry, coming and going - and each time you had to feign complete disinterest. Wade had quickly taken notice of how you tried to keep your head down every time Logan entered the room to hide your pink cheeks and - naturally - there was no way for him to be quiet about it.

When Logan came out of the bathroom one time with a towel around his waist and dripping wet hair as you and Wade sat at the kitchen island, your best friend was more than eager to run his mouth.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t do that to her!” he exclaimed, gesturing towards you, “you’re practically dangling meat in front of a starving dog - poor girl.”

You had your face buried in your hands with your elbows on the counter, wishing more than anything that you could sink into the chair and through the floor.

“God, shut up.”

Your voice was muffled by your hands but he still heard you.

“And put a stop to my job as cupid?”

Logan rolled his eyes and shook his head, turning towards his bedroom. He’d seen the way your eyes widened the second he’d opened the door, traveling all the way from his bare shoulders to the trail of hair that dipped under the towel. You’d turned pink almost immediately. It would have been something he’d found cute maybe a couple decades ago, before the very last bit of his naivety had faded away. Now, it was just infuriating to him. He could try to drop every hint on earth that he wasn't interested (which for him, just meant avoiding you completely) and you still looked at him like a lovesick schoolgirl.

This weekend came along like every other, texting Wade back and forth about snack options and finally getting up to shuffle across the hall with a bag of chips.

He answered the door as usual, ushering you in. You plopped yourself down on the couch and kicked your slippers off, clad in sweatpants and a tank top. He sat beside you and you propped your legs up on his lap, snatching the TV remote from the coffee table to flip through channels. You heard what you assumed was Logan’s bedroom door open down the hall, keeping your eyes glued to the TV. 

“Peanut! Care to join?” Wade exclaimed as he watched his roommate enter the open kitchen, digging around in the fridge.

You still didn’t tear your gaze from the screen.

“Hell no.”

That wasn’t much of a surprise.

“Your loss!” Wade reached for the pack of beer on the table, offering one that you gladly accepted, “but don’t bother us, keeping up with the kardashians is incredibly important.”

“Uh - huh.”

Logan disappeared again in seconds and Wade shook his head.

You focused back on the TV screen.

“So, how many minutes into the episode do you think one of them is going to start a fight?”

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Hours and many beers later, you were on the floor with your knees to your chest between the couch and coffee table as you tried to stifle your giggling. Wade was laid on the couch, no better off than you.

“Hey - hey, I wanna ask you somethin’,” his voice became a little serious, but he still had a shit eating grin on his face, “what are you into Logan for anyway?”

You dreaded the question, groaning and closing your eyes.

“Seriously! I mean, I’ve been here the entire time - “

“Wade.”

He looked at you expectantly, awaiting a response.

You contemplated your answer for a moment, your filter diminishing more and more with every sip of beer, “God, I don’t know, he’s - he’s jus’ big.”

You were snickering behind the beer bottle you drunkenly held in front of your face in an attempt to hide.

“I don’t think he’s that impressive. You know, he’s got small feet - tiny, like a child.”

That had you both doubled over, trying to muffle your laughs with your hands and the throw pillows strewn on the floor.

“Stop, stop - ” you choked out when you finally caught your breath, wacking him on the arm.

“Okay but really, what is it? I know you, you’re not into beefcakes,” he laughed and shook his head.

You sighed, not really thinking for even a second before you started speaking again.

“He’s older and he’s hot -”

“And completely cold and dismissive towards you.”

You rolled your eyes at his interruption but still nodded, “yeah - yes, but that’s not my point.”

Wade took another sip of his beer and motioned for you to continue talking.

“He, uh - ” you tried to bite down a giggle, your face turning pink, “I don’t know, I think he’d be good in bed.”

That made him sit forward on the couch, his mouth open in surprise, “I knew it! I knew you were a horny freak!”

“Am not!” you picked a pillow up from the floor and launched it at his face, “I’m allowed to be, anyway!”

“Whatever,” he caught the pillow in his hands, “I'm on operation ‘Cupid’ and I have never quit a mission, cupcake. So, what about him makes you think that? Is it because he's a hundred and eighty - something years older than you? He’s probably been passed around the block like a wh - “

“Okay,” you cut him off, cringing at the thought, “ I think I got the picture.”

Your mind began to wander again about Logan and you narrowed your eyes in thought, staring at nothing.

“What’cha thinkin’, honey bun?”

Wade's voice cut through your concentration and you shrugged, a smile creeping onto your face.

“Oh no,” he started, stretching the vowel, “you’re having a sex fantasy right now, I can see it on your face - disgusting. Tell me more.”

“What, you want details?” You laughed, giving up on trying to hide it if Wade could already read you like an open book. You were both terribly honest with each other - almost to a fault. 

“Not the full middle-aged-white-women erotica novel version,” he answered, “I can accept cliff notes.”

You thought for a moment, going down the mental list you’d made of all the assumptions you had about the older roommate that you rarely ever saw.

“He’s gotta have a huge dick. Like, massive.”

Wade nearly spit out his beer but nodded for you to continue.

“I’d let him, like - like,” you were giggling between words as you tried to form a sentence, “ fuckin’ rearrange my guts.”

That did make Wade spit his beer, which set off a train of uncontrollable laughter that you both tried to stifle. 

Still, throw pillows and hands over your mouths were not as effective as you believed. 

Logan’s eyes fluttered open, squinting in the dark. The digital clock on his nightstand read ‘2:24 am’ in red LEDs. He closed his eyes again and tried to drift back to sleep, only to be jolted up by the sound of the two of you laughing obnoxiously from the living room.

“For fuck’s sake,” he mumbled to himself, getting up to walk towards his door so he could tell you both to keep it quiet. As his hand touched the knob, he halted when he heard your voice.

“He’s probably good at eating pussy. He’d be like an animal - “

Logan was stuck in place, his eyes narrowed. Who the hell were you talking about? 

“Can we go back to the rearranging guts thing? ‘Cause I have to tell you, sister - he’s made of metal and he’ll really do it.”

That couldn’t be about him. He refused to believe you two were actually talking about him like that in the next room.

“I’d let him,” he could hear you snickering.

“Is this a daddy issues thing? The ‘I can fix him’ maneuver?” 

“I didn’t say I wanted to fix him, I said I wanted to fuck him.”

If this was about some guy, Logan should be relieved; thankful that you’d found a new target of infatuation. He should be relieved, but he was gripping the door knob like he was going to break it off.

Wade’s voice broke through his thoughts, “you’re lucky Logan’s not much into relationships, then.”

So you were talking about him. 

Your voice echoed in his head, your words cementing themselves into his brain. 

On the living room floor, you were chucking pieces of popcorn into Wade's direction, trying to land one in his open mouth. 

“Hey,” he started after catching a piece between his teeth and eating it, “if you do end up in Wolvies bed? Pics or it didn’t happen.”

You gasped and nearly chucked your empty bottle at his head, deciding against it when you remembered Logan was asleep in the other room. 

Logan was in the other room.

Just as you were about to panic to Wade about Logan overhearing your foul-mouthed and horny drunk rambling, you both heard the click of his door coming unlocked and the creak of the hinges. He appeared at the doorway in a beater and pajama pants, his hair sticking up in every direction. Truthfully, he looked cute.

“Shut the fuck up, both of you. It’s two in the morning.”

Adorable, even. 

“Oopsie! Sorry, Peanut. We had very important things to discuss,” Wade replied.

Without another word, Logan shut his door again and you and Wade sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

“Do you think he heard me?” you whispered, grimacing.

“We’ll find out.”

With that, you both decided to call it a night and you returned to the familiar comfort of your apartment.

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The next morning, Wade was up far earlier than his roommate, as usual. He sat on the couch with his feet on the coffee table, turning his head when he heard Logan’s door open.

“Sleeping beauty! So kind of you to bless me with your presence. What’s the occasion?”

“Breakfast.”

“Technically it would be lunch, peanut.”

Logan was facing the pantry in the kitchen and Wade could still feel the anger radiating off him. 

Ignoring his seething silence, Wade began to speak again, “you didn’t happen to overhear any conversations last night, did you?”

Logan was facing him again, pouring cereal into a bowl and speaking without looking away from it, “you mean the one where your little friend said she wanted to fuck me? Yeah, I heard enough of it to get the jist.”

Wade had a gleeful look plastered on his face as he turned in his seat, “so you’re gonna take her up on the offer, right?”

“That wasn’t an offer, and besides,” Logan was shoveling cereal into his mouth, “ ‘m not interested.”

“See, you say that, Peanut, and yet you just have to come out here at least once while she’s over.”

Logan was glaring daggers into his skull. 

“I live here.”

The younger of the two clicked his tongue, turning his attention to the TV screen, “All I'm saying is that she’s our neighbor, she's a sweetheart, she is single and has a job and an apartment all to herself, dude. Bone city.”

“Ew.”

“Think about it.” “Don’t need to.”

As Logan scarfed down the rest of his breakfast and put the bowl in the sink, Wade was already typing furiously in his messages to create a plan. 

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Another week rolled by, meaning it was time to get hammered and make fun of the Kardashians again. You held your breath waiting for Wade to answer the door, anxiously picking at your fingernails. 

He opened the door and ushered you in like any other time, except he was dressed to go out instead of the usual PJ attire.

“What, are you leaving me for a hot date?” you teased, dropping the snacks you brought onto the kitchen island.

“Yes!”

You furrowed your eyebrows and frowned, awaiting his explanation.

“I’ve got a date with Vanessa, but - “

Logan emerged from his room, navigating his way to the kitchen as if neither of you were there.

“Peanut! So glad you decided to join us! Hey - “ Wade tapped the kitchen island, motioning for him to come over so he could talk to you both at the same time.

“Okay - I have a date with Vanessa tonight, so I need you,” he motioned between the two of you, “to get along.”

You were about to interrupt, insist that you can just reschedule, but it was as if he’d read your mind.

“You’re already here, cupcake, just stay and chill out. And you - “ he turned completely towards Logan, “you’re going to be nice like I asked you. Do you think you’ll survive?”

Logan was staring at him, unblinking with a scowl on his face.

“You, uh, you don’t have to sit with me,” you mumbled to him, forcing him to finally acknowledge your presence.

He’d half expected it to be your idea as much as it was Wade’s - some kind of ploy to get him alone - but you weren’t jumping at the chance, trying to be touchy-feely with him, begging him to stay. 

He almost wished you would.

He cleared his throat and looked back to Wade, “I'm not gonna babysit your friend.”

“Who said I needed a babysitter?” you chimed in.

 They both turned to you to watch you slam the top of a beer bottle on the edge of the countertop, sending the metal top flying somewhere into the living room. 

“We have a bottle opener in the drawer,” Wade sighed in defeat, ”anyway - you don’t need to babysit her, I'm just saying she doesn’t bite and It would be uncool to leave her all alone.”

“Aren’t you the one leaving?” you asked, taking a sip of your beer.

“Not the point,” he answered, grabbing his jacket from the coat stand as he walked towards the front door, “play nice, don’t eat anything in the fridge with my name on it and there’s condoms in my nightstand!”

He opened and shut the door, leaving the both of you in awkward silence. Logan’s face was actually red, a mix between rage and mild embarrassment. 

“He’s a dick,” you muttered, trying to make some kind of small talk, only to be met again with silence. You sighed, going to the couch and picking up the remote. You finally made yourself look Logan in the eyes, your cheeks burning uncontrollably when he never broke his stare.

“Listen - it’s fine, I get it, you’re like…the lone wolf,” you laughed a little to yourself, having to divert your eyes to the fabric of the couch, “I’m not gonna burst into tears if you don’t sit with me.”

He was a little taken back by your bluntness, though it was refreshing. He figured you’d be pink in the face - practically begging him to stay - but you weren’t. You pretended you couldn’t give less of a shit with your eyes now glued to the TV. You were as cool as you could act on the outside, but you nearly lost that cool when he spoke again.

“I can sit for a bit,” he shuffled over to the couch, settling himself down next to you. If you weren’t gonna be all over him like he thought you would, he could withstand a couple episodes of whatever the hell you and Wade had been watching. He didn’t dislike you, really - just terrified of the possibility of intimacy. You were pretty, and from what he’d overheard now and then, you were funny too. He liked the way the smell of your body wash and perfume flooded the apartment whenever you’d stop by and how you’d always bring some leftovers to be sure both of them had eaten - leftovers of which the roommates would always get into a spat over - usually because Logan ate it all before Wade could even see what was in the container. 

Unfortunately for Logan, he began to enjoy you being around.

You could feel your stomach tie itself in knots when he sat beside you but nodded in acknowledgment, flipping through TV channels. You settled on the Kardashians again, tossing the remote on the table.

“This is the shit you guys watch, huh?” he teased, grabbing a beer from the pack Wade left behind. 

You smiled a little to yourself, noticing how he was slowly getting more comfortable with you, “mhm, top tier - wait till you see one of them talk, it’s like watching an alien.”

You actually pulled a miniscule of a laugh out of him and your heart nearly skipped a beat at the sound.

As the show went on and you both made snarky commentary at just about everything, you felt more and more like you were just hanging out with Wade - comfortable and casual, except for the way your face burned up every time he stretched and his white beater rode up his stomach.

“So,” you began as the episode ended, “thoughts? Opinions?”

He was looking between you and the screen, thinking hard, “I don’t get it.”

You shrugged, “me neither, to be honest, but god is it funny to watch rich people lose their shit sometimes.”

He chuckled again at your response, placing his empty bottle on the table next to yours.

It was silent for a moment, the air tense with something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. 

“What do you usually watch on TV?” you asked, intending to flip the channel to whatever he may be interested in - if he had to sit through Keeping Up with The Kardashians, it was only fair.

“Nothin’, really,” he answered, his eyes moving from the screen to rest on you, like a heavy weight on your chest.

“Do you even watch TV?” you asked, the both of you having abandoned the idea of trying to find something else to watch and just letting it play in the background.

“Nah,” he shrugged, his arms crossed against his chest, “ I don’t do much of anything.’

You could tell his answer was earnest and you frowned a bit, swinging your legs up on the couch and turning to face him completely, “nothing? There has to be something.”

He was unsure about how close you were to him now, your knees to your chest as you looked at him expectantly. He thought he’d be met with that look - the one you kept giving him in passing that he hated so much - but your face was neutral, waiting patiently for him to respond. Truthfully, he didn’t hate the look itself - or you, for that matter - but hated how it made him feel.

As if there were some sliver of hope for a future worth living through.

He cleared his throat, turning his body towards you on the couch, “I work out, sometimes - “

‘’Yeah, clearly’’, you wanted to say.

“Other than that,” he continued, “I don’t know, the bar - sometimes I'll let Wade drag me out somewhere but I usually leave after half an hour.”

“Huh, so you really are by yourself a lot,” you realized aloud.

 Logan never thought it sad until he heard it from your mouth.

“I like it that way, most of the time,” he shrugged.

“I can tell - took you two weeks to finally say hello. I think this is the most I've ever heard your voice, actually.” 

He realized you were right and did feel a little bad, “I’m sorry about that, by the way. I just don’t like meeting new people.”

“Me neither.”

It was silent then - save for the TV - either one of you waiting for the other to explain just why that is. You figured it would be easier if you went first.

“I never really had a lot of friends growing up. I had a hard time in school and a lot of the other kids didn’t like me. It was just tough to make friends, especially because - “

You stopped, thinking over what details to include and what to leave out.

“Because?” Logan prompted and you sighed, biting back a giggle.

“Because I was goth. I don’t mean I just dressed in black - I mean I wore white face paint and huge boots and ate lunch in the art room.”

That actually pulled a real fucking laugh out of him and you couldn’t help but mirror his smile.

“I’m not laughing ‘cause you were goth, that's not weird” he clarified, “I'm laughing because I just can’t picture it.”

You didn’t embrace the style as much as you used to, trading Siouxsie Sioux makeup for reading glasses and teased hair for your natural texture.

“I’ll bring over my highschool yearbook sometime,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

Realizing it was now his turn to speak, he readjusted himself in his seat and cleared his throat, visibly becoming a little uncomfortable.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to, you know,” you reminded him gently, giving a soft smile. 

It only made it harder for Logan that you were so damn nice.

He tentatively explained the timelines, the different versions everyone has of themselves, how he’d gotten there. You hung on his every word, unintentionally giving him a sympathetic look when he had finished explaining. 

“So…you were just alone after all that?” your voice was soft, worry clear in your tone.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “yeah, yeah.. ‘till I met Wade, obviously.”

You gave him a small smile, “you’ll never be alone again, you know.”

For some reason, the unfamiliar comfort made his stomach turn and he simply shook his head, “Yeah, I'm never gonna be able to get rid of him.”

That made you giggle, nodding in agreement.

“You can try, but he will always find you - like a determined cockroach.”

That got the both of you and you’d never seen Logan smile that way - though, to be fair, you never saw much of his face anyway.

The version of you that sat on the couch across from him was far from who he thought you were. He felt guilty now for assuming things just from looking at you, but it was a habit he had yet to shake. It was clear you were beautiful - that was never a question - but talking with you made him realize just how much he may have missed out by keeping himself so closed off. You laughed at almost every joke he had made, comforted him when he was nothing but rude and always checked up on him and Wade. You smelled so nice, your hair looked so soft and he almost found himself wanting to reach over and run his fingers through it. In his eyes, you seemed to be everything he was not; all of the best qualities he believed he didn't possess.

“Oh, hey - do you want some popcorn? I brought the microwave kind, I keep telling Wade to get it himself and he never does,” you snapped him out of his trance and stood from the couch, already walking to the kitchen.

“Uh, sure,” he found himself getting up to follow you, not wanting to pause a moment of conversation.

You tossed the bag in the microwave and hit the button, leaning yourself against the counter. Logan leaned himself besides you, significantly taller. You’d held your composure so far, but having him so close and realizing just how much bigger he was made your heart beat like a rabbit’s. 

“So, you never asked about the mutant thing,” He spoke over the popping, looking down at you and waiting for the twenty questions.

You only shrugged, “I figured If you wanted to tell me, you’d tell me. I wasn’t gonna interrogate you about it. Plus, Wade told me.”

“Of course he did,” Logan scoffed, “I’m afraid to know what exactly it was that he told you.”

“You’ve got adamantium instead of bones,” you replied matter of factly, “and you’ve got claws. I mean, I’ve never seen them, but that's what he told me.”

He thought for a minute, stepping in front of you a little. He was about arm-length away, putting enough distance between you both that he was sure he wouldn’t accidentally knick you.

In a second, the adamantium claws protruded from between his knuckles, glistening in the kitchen light. You flinched for only a second, leaning in to inspect them. 

“Woah,” you muttered, bringing a finger up to the very end of one of them and letting it poke you, “cool.”

He was a bit confused by your calm demeanor, but relieved by it anyway. It was never a good time when someone had a bad reaction to the claws. The microwave beeped and he retracted them, stepping out of your way. You opened it and held the scolding bag with two fingers, realizing you needed a bowl to put it in.

“Logan, can you grab a-”

You felt one hand on your hip and could see his other reach above you, opening a cabinet you couldn't and handing you a bowl. Your back was almost flush to his chest, making you feel warm all over. He reluctantly pulled away from you and you cleared your throat, shaking the popcorn into the bowl.

He watched you from where you stood, taking in the curve of your waist and hips and realizing he was in much more trouble than he’d originally thought. He’d heard your drunken giggling about him - heard you vulgarly talk about how good you think he’d be at giving head - but he was still thinking it over with his bottom lip between his teeth. He finally broke the silence that filled the room.

“You know, the claws aren’t the only thing abnormal about me.”

“Mm, no?” you laughed a little with your back still turned to him. You could feel that your face was hot.

“Heightened senses,” he said simply, “hearing and smell, mostly.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Like right now, I can hear your heartbeat.”

Your eyes went wide and you practically froze in place.

“It’s fast.”

His voice was closer.

“Really fast,” his breath was in your ear, his hands coming to rest on your waist, “got even faster when I pointed it out.”

You swallowed hard, knowing very well there was no way to lie to him.

“Jus’ nervous sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything,” you exhaled, attempting to still your shaking hands. 

“Mhm,” he hummed, his deep voice reverberating through your chest because of his proximity, “what about the other night, though?”

You narrowed your eyes and turned to finally face him, nearly chest to chest.

“What are you talking about?” 

You knew exactly what he was talking about - you just hoped it wasn’t what you thought.

His hands were on the counter behind you, boxing you in.

“C’mon,” he looked at you expectantly with a shit eating smirk on his face, “what made you think I’d be good at eating pussy, anyway?”

You were red with embarrassment, pulling your hands up to cover your face, but Logan caught your wrists gently and clicked his tongue.

“Pretty girl, it’s alright - “

His gruff voice calling you such a sweet nickname nearly made your knees buckle.

“I can smell how wet you get, you know that?”

One of his hands moved to hold you by your throat, barely using any pressure.

“F-Fuck off,” you managed to mutter, stuttering when he pushed one of his thighs inbetween yours. This was nowhere near what you pictured happening when Wade dumped you in his living room with a guy who would barely even look at you.

He chuckled, his other hand pushing on the small of your back to pull you closer into him.

“Yeah? I don’t think you really want me to, sweetheart. Besides, you didn’t answer my question.”

You could barely think, nevermind answer whatever it was he had asked. You were almost nose to nose, Logan craning his neck down a bit to level his face with yours.

“I, um,” your breathing was shaky, “fuck, I don’t know - I jus’ think about it a lot.”

“Me too,” he admitted before crashing his lips to yours, tangling his fingers in the hair at the back of your head. It was truthful - he’d probably thought of you every day since the night he heard you talk about him like that. 

You couldn’t help moaning into his mouth when he kissed you, letting him slip his tongue past your lips. His hands roamed down your back and to your ass, using his grip to rock your hips over his thigh.

“So beautiful,” he whispered as he moved down your jaw and neck, kissing and biting at the soft skin, “drove me crazy, hearing you say those things.”

“How much - how much did you hear?” you tried to ask, overwhelmed by his teeth grazing your neck. Your hands rested against his chest - as if you were going to push him away - but you never did.

You felt his lips curve into a smile against your skin, “heard enough.”

“And what exactly was that?”

If he was going to tease, you might as well bite back.

He pulled away momentarily to look in your eyes, knowing damn well he already had you where he wanted you.

“You don’t want to fix me, you want to fuck me, right?”

Your own words sounded so much hotter coming out of his mouth.

“Mhm,” was all you could manage to get out, too focused on the feeling of him pushing and pulling your hips over his thigh.

“Huh? Use your words, sweetheart.”

There was something about the affectionate nicknames he was using in contrast to the filthy way he was trying to push you down even harder on his thigh that made you lightheaded.

“Yeah - yes, I want to,” you practically whined.

That was all the confirmation he needed to hoist you up onto the counter with his hands on your ass. He was kissing you hungrily, his fingers hooking around the straps of your tank top to let them fall down your shoulders. You didn’t waste any time in breaking the kiss momentarily to strip yourself of the garment, tossing it to the kitchen floor.

“Fuck, jesus christ,” He groaned at the sight of your bare chest and immediately brought his large hands up to massage your breasts. A chill went down your spine when he leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue. Your hands were threaded through his hair, tugging every so slightly when he would pull his mouth off you with a popping sound. The majority of your chest was glistening with his spit when he finally brought his mouth to yours again, leaving a clear coating over the developing hickies that he left. You tugged at the hem of Logan's white beater to signal that you wanted it off. He did as you pleased, leaving plenty of skin for you to run your hands over. 

“Been thinking of you, all spread out of me,” he murmured in between kisses. He used his grip on your ass to grind you against him, his hard cock pressing against you. The pressure from it was enough for your pussy to start aching.

“I wanna know what you taste like,” he continued, holding your chin to tilt your head up, “can I find out?”

You nodded frantically and nearly choked on your own spit. You lifted your hips to let him strip you of your pants and underwear, leaving you completely bare on the counter in front of him.

You felt vulnerable, pressing your knees together only to have Logan use his hands to spread them apart.

“Uh-uh,” he clicked his tongue, “let me see your pretty pussy.”

He got on his knees on the kitchen floor, hooking his arms around your thighs and settling his face between them. He nipped at the hot skin of your inner thighs and you inadvertently tugged his hair every time he did so. He finally laid his tongue flat against you and you whined, the sound echoing through the kitchen. He was sloppy, practically drooling into your cunt and using it to lubricate his fingers so he could slip them into you. Your theory from before was proven right; he was kind of animalistic when he ate you out.

He was curling his fingers as he thrusted them in and out, sucking on your clit at the same time. You gasped when he spoke with his mouth still buried in your cunt.

“Tastes so fucking good.”

Your ankles were locked to keep his head between your thighs, leaning yourself back against the wall.

“Jesus christ, Logan - “ you whined, cut off when he growled into you.

“Mhm, ‘feels good, baby?”

You only nodded, unable to communicate with how deep he was curling his fingers into you. He continued to mumble praises against your cunt, amused by how much it clearly spurred you on.

“This is all mine, huh? Know you wanted it, could smell how bad you needed me every time you were over.”

You could feel the pressure in your lower stomach start to build.

“You’re so wet for me, such a good girl - makin’ such a fucking mess.”

It wasn’t long before you were pulling him back by his hair.

He reluctantly detached himself, looking up at you with concern. His mouth and chin were wet, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips.

“What’s wrong? You okay?”

“ ‘m fine, just - I was close -”

He groaned in a way that almost sounded annoyed, diving his tongue back into you, “C’mon, do it, then - come for me, pretty girl.”

His praise was enough to trigger your orgasm and you couldn’t help rocking your hips against his face as you rode it out. You were cursing, tears starting to form in your eyes when he didn’t let up. 

“L-Logan, fuck,” you cried. You could’ve pulled him off, told him it was too much, but he was so determined and skilled in the way he flicked his tongue that the discomfort of overstimulation dissipated into pleasure within seconds.

“One more for me, baby, one more. Think you can?”

You were moaning so loud at that point that you tried to bring a hand to your mouth to muffle the sound but Logan caught your wrist and brought it back to his hair, encouraging you to keep tugging and pulling.

Your second orgasms approached hard and fast, tears rolling down your cheek. Your legs shook uncontrollably as he finally sat back on his heels. 

When you caught your breath, he pulled himself up to slide his arms around your lower back and plant a kiss on your forehead, wiping your wet cheeks.

“Can I take you to the bed?”

You nodded and smiled wide, leaning up to kiss him.

He effortlessly carried you through the hallway and into his bedroom, your bare chest pressed against his. The second your back hit his mattress, his cellphone started to ring from his bedside table.

You watched Logan furrow his eyebrows and reach for the phone. He read the caller ID and bore an amused smile, switching it to silent.

“What’s so funny?” you asked, wrapping your arms around him when he came to hover above you.

“It’s Wade,” he chuckled to himself, “probably calling to see if everythings alright.”

That made you giggle, “yeah, we can tell him we’re doing just fine.”

“I’ll call him later.”

His lips were on yours again, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing against you as he pinned you to the bed with his hips. You slid your hands from his neck, down his back and around the front of his waist to rest on his belt buckle. Your fingers made quick work of the metal fastener and you tugged the leather from his jeans. He stood up off the bed for a moment to strip himself of the rest of his clothing. When his cock sprung up from his boxers and hit his stomach, you almost had to choke back a gasp. Again, you were proven right - he was huge. He crawled back between your legs and positioned himself on top of you. 

“You’re okay with this?”

If anyone told you maybe two hours earlier that you’d end up under Wade’s grumpy roommate, your chest heaving from the anticipation of finally having him slot into you, you would’ve called them crazy. Now, however, it was a reality - one you would’ve gladly spent the rest of your life in.

You realized he was holding back, gripping the sheets next to your head and waiting for a definite answer.

You nodded and scratched at the back of his neck affectionately. He guided himself into you and you groaned at the feeling of his tip alone.

“ ‘s okay?”

Logan was practically slurring his words with how hard he had to hold himself back. Your warm chest to his, your thighs locked around his waist, the way you smelled; it was all overwhelming in the best way possible.

“So good,” you whined, trying to push your hips up to encourage him to go even deeper, “want all of it, please, please.”

He was chewing on his lip when he finally let himself fill you completely in one thrust. You dug your fingernails into his back, leaving scratches that healed themselves within seconds. He let out a guttural moan with his face buried in your neck, concentrating on trying to build a steady rhythm without finishing things too fast. He propped himself up on his elbows on either side of you as he tentatively rocked in and out.

“So fucking pretty,” he huffed, a hand coming up to wipe the sweat dampened hair from your flushed face. It was so sweet, so intimate; nothing you’d ever really expected with or from him.

“You're handsome,” you managed to reply, amused by how taken back he seemed by the compliment, “perfect.”

He couldn’t remember the last time someone called him that - handsome, definitely never perfect - while actually looking at him like they meant it. Your eyes were trained on the features of his face, attempting to memorize every line and wrinkle; every bit of him that made him Logan. Your eyes felt to him like they could burn right through the wall he’d managed to construct.

Still, he instinctively scoffed as he hovered over you. He was never good at accepting compliments.

“I’m not the lying type, you know,” you assured him, whispering in his ear as he continued at a steady pace, “besides, do you think I'd be under you right now if that wasn’t true?”

“Mm - shut up”, he fought a smile and increased his pace in the hopes that it would render you speechless.

It did, of course.

You were a moaning mess atop his sheets with your back arched to accommodate Logan’s arm sneaking around you. His pace was enough to rock his headboard into the wall and he was thankful it was your apartment on the other side instead of a stranger’s. You were chest to chest as he whispered filthy things into your ear.

“Takin’ it well like I knew you would, baby doll - knew you’d like it when I fucked you like this.”

You were still at a loss for words, overwhelmed by the pressure in your lower stomach.

“You think you’ve got another one in you? C’mon, sweet girl, let me see it.”

His coaxing had your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head as he pounded into you. Besides the grunts and moans between you two, the only sound echoing in the room was the slap of skin against skin and the squelching of your pussy as he dragged himself out and back in again.

You were almost drooling from how deep he was able to fuck you. The familiar fire in your stomach had you feeling warm all over, building and building itself up. As if he could read your mind, Logan’s hand reached down between the both of you and he started to trace tight circles around your swollen clit.

“F-Fuck, my god, Logan - “

He hummed affirmatively, almost as if to acknowledge that was indeed his name that you were chanting.

You squeezed your eyes shut so hard that you almost saw stars when your third orgasm hit hard and fast. You were probably loud enough for the entire building to hear as he worked you through it.

“Good girl, good girl - c’mere,” he praised, flipping you over so that you were on your hands and knees. You laid your chest as flat as you could against the mattress and arched your back. He didn’t hesitate in fitting himself snuggly inside of you again, his hands kneading at and smacking your ass as he used his grip to push and pull you. It wasn’t long before his thrusts started to become sloppy. He leaned down and hooked an arm around you, lifting you up a little so that his chest was pressed to your back. He moved his hand to your throat to tilt back your head. The way you looked back at him, your beautiful eyes boring into his soul - that was all he needed to finally let go. You felt him flood you with his come, a mixture of yours and his soaking the sheets underneath you. He gently pulled out and almost immediately pulled you against him to cuddle, his eyes already fluttering close. You didn’t take him for the cuddly type but it was just another wholesome thing you’d learned about him.

“You should call Wade back,” you mumbled, already drifting to sleep with your head on Logan’s chest.

“ ‘m busy, I’ll do it tomorrow.”

You chuckled to yourself, letting exhaustion overtake you.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Wade practically sprinted up the steps to his apartment the next morning, keys already in hand. If Logan hadn’t answered - even if it was just to tell him to fuck off - something really bad must’ve happened. You hadn't answered any of his fifteen texts, either.

He unlocked his door and prepared himself to be met with a gorey scene, only to be surprised that there was no sign of a scuffle. There was untouched popcorn in the kitchen, clearly abandoned at some point right after making it. Did Logan upset you enough last night to make you leave early? 

Of course, he’d completely missed your clothing that had been tossed just out of sight from where he was standing.

Wade sighed in frustration, striding through the hallway and stopping outside Logan’s bedroom. He banged his fist on the door and rested his hands on his hips as he spoke through the wood.

“Hey! Peanut! Did you make our guest leave early last night? How’d it go? You didn’t answer your phone and neither did she.”

On the other side of the door, your heads both popped up at the sound of wade’s banging. You stifled a laugh, looking to Logan for him to say something.

“Uh, yeah…she had somethin’ to take care of.”

Now you had to bury your face in his comforter, uncontrollably snickering. 

Without warning, Wade groaned and swung the door open - one neither of you thought to lock because no one had been home.

“You better get your ass across the hall and apologize for whatever it is that -“

He was met with the sight of the both of you in Logan’s bed, covered by the bedding. It was obvious you were both undressed, Logan’s boxers somewhere near Wade’s feet.

He gasped, looking between the two of you in confusion before a giddy smile appeared on his face.

“Oh, I see, I see. Right, mhm - “

Logan was already trying to shoo him out but Wade wasn’t going to let him before he got the last word in.

“You're welcome, by the way!”

He shut the door and you laughed.

Logan laid back again, resting his arm around your shoulders so he could pull you back into his chest again.

In the comfortable silence, doubt settled itself in the form of a pit in your stomach. What if this was a one time thing? 

Almost instantly, you felt his hand comb through your hair.

“Hey, uh,” he started, looking down into your eyes, “listen, I know I was supposed to ask this before I got you in here, but - um..”

You could feel your stomach turn, borderline terrified of what he was going to say next.

“Would you want to go out for coffee sometime?”

A wide grin spread across your face and you nodded eagerly, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

“I’d love that.”

A/N: this ones long as hell but so is just about everything else I write! if you've made it to the end I loooove u and pls interact if you enjoyed; hearing feedback is what motivates me to keep writing! as always, my inbox is open as well <3

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x muggle fem!reader

Summary: Three weeks after his devastating break up with Lily, James wanted Remus and Sirius to bring him to a muggle bar in central London.

Genre: Fluff / prequel to my fic Timeless / pt.2 Sweeter Than Fiction

Warnings: swearing, mentions of injury, intoxication

Remus has warned him him has always had a flair for the dramatics.

"I mean, why did I even like her?" James slurs loudly as he slams his whiskey glass onto the counter, white foam spilling over his hand, and he curses.

Remus rests his hand on James's arm to shush him and he glances over at Sirius with a concerned expression for their friend. "Prongs, you promised you were okay," his eyebrows quirk and, crossing his arms, he looks at James with a saddened expression.

James's eyes just narrow and he nods his head furiously, "I am okay," He insists, "I just don't understand why – "

When James flings out his arms in exasperation, his hand accidentally collides with your hip as you pass by. All the wine glasses you had been balancing on your tray suddenly shatter to the ground with a loud crash. Sirius and Remus hurry to stand as the spilled alcohol barely misses their trousers.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry," You say, clearly embarrassed as you kneel down and frantically pick up the shards of glass as everyone turns to stare.

"Woah," James cries as he jumps up. Just as he starts to warn you not to hurt yourself, you cut your palm and hiss in pain. James is immediately kneeling next to you and, with a movement unusually delicate for someone so drunk, moves to hold your wrist in his hand, "Shit, that looks nasty." He mutters.

You look at him, "Yeah, it hurts like a bitch," you say plainly and stand. James drops your wrist. Sirius hands you a napkin and you press it to the wound.

James stands next to you now and you look at all three of them. "I'm sorry again, I hope I didn't spill any on you. Shit, I'm gonna lose my job for this," you look away, your hair falling in front of your eyes as you groan.

"No. Don't worry. We aren't hurt or anything, right guys?" James exclaims, again a little too aware for someone so drunk and slaps Sirius on his back.

Sirius frowns and sends him a knowing look but smiles at you reassuringly as Remus nods. "So, you really shouldn't get in trouble and," James adds, "Hey, I don't think you're okay…" His train of thought seems interrupted by the amount of blood on the napkin.

You glance down, eyes widening, "Oh, shit yeah," you tilt your head up, feeling heat rise in your cheeks, and look at them bashfully, "Fuck, ah—sorry I keep cursing. This just hurts a lot. I think I have to clean go it."

James eyebrows crease for a moment as he watches you turn around and quickly walk away, the bloody napkin still pressed to your hand.

"Oh," his eyes light up like a child when you turn around and address them over the loud bar, "Thank you," you say with a smile and while he's unsure why you're thanking him, his stomach fills with a thousand butterflies.

"You're doing it again," Sirius mutters, sipping his drink as he stares at his friend.

"Hmm?" James doesn't tear his eyes away from you until you disappear behind some curtains into a back room.

"You have that look on your face, the one you wear right before you do something stupid," Remus finishes sternly.

James's eyes roll, acting less drunk than he seemed earlier. Almost as if you sobered him up a little.

"Oh please," he lies, "When have I ever done anything stupid?"

* * *

James leans against the brick of the building, a cigarette in his mouth. His cheeks are flushed from the cold air as he looks around. The street is dimly lit and barely anyone is around at this time of night.

He smiles as he pulls the cigarette from his mouth. He had convinced Remus and Sirius to let him have a smoke outside. Something told him you would be out here. James has always been lucky with that sort of thing.

Tonight proves him right because he sees you leave out the backdoor. Your hand seems to be bandaged as you delicately shut the door. You're bundled up in a scarf and a coat that looks a little oversized. James wonders if that means you have a partner. He moves away from the wall and walks over.

"Hi," he clears his throat, making you jump.

You turn around and he can tell you're trying to recognize him in the darkness but then your eyes widen. "Oh, hi!" you exclaim, your voice coming out a little squeaky as you push down your scarf a little. "Can I help you?" you ask him.

James smiles and shakes his head. "I just wanted to apologize," he pauses when he sees your expression shift into confusion, "I'm the one that caused you to slip and hurt yourself. Here?" he adds and holds out his hand to sit on the curb.

He can tell you hesitate to follow him. Understandably. You don't take his hand but you walk with him further away from the building. You sit down and James leans his hands on his knees as he looks at you. "M'name is James. Potter, James Potter."

You laugh, smoothing a hand down your jeans, "You say that like James Bond," you smile but your smile drops when James doesn't look like he understands the reference. You don't mention it. "My name is Y/n Y/l/n, it's nice to meet you, James Potter."

"I hope you don't mind me asking this but you aren't fired are you?"

You shake your head, "Oh, no, thankfully." You look up at him a little bashfully, "I was just more worried than I should have been. I'm not the best at this job."

"Mmm, don't say that. You wouldn't have dropped the tray if I hadn't bumped you," James says reassuringly.

"I'm just clumsy," you chuckle. James smirks a little and tilts his head.

"Do you want to go out tomorrow? I know a good restaurant." He says it so bluntly you can't help but stare at him like he's grown two heads.

"What?"

"I wanna take you out," James pauses, backtracking as his cheeks burn pink, "If you'd like."

Your mind seems to be racing uncontrollably and James feels a little guilty. He doesn't want to pressure you. Could he have misread something? Or maybe he'd just imagined it all.

He stands up and dusts his pants. Usually, James wouldn't be one to up so easily but if he'd learned anything from Lily — persistence isn't the way into someone's heart.

"Wait," you stand up with him, looking into his eyes, "I would love to go out with you." You smile so wide your eyes squint and something in James's chest stirs as he can't help but smile at yours.

You laugh and it's contagious. Then, you walk up to James and rummage through your bag. Once you find your pen you scribble your number onto his palm with difficulty. "This looks much easier in the movies," you mumble with the cap in your mouth. James chuckles, looking at his palm to make sure he can read every number clearly.

"Call me?" you whisper, tucking your pen back into your bag as you look up at James.

"I will," he says, and one day later (he only waited that long because he couldn't figure out how to work the muggle phone) he does.

[rekino2114]

How the chainsaw man girls handle jealousy

A/n:I usually don't write for the csm 2 girls but let me know if you want me to and I'll add them to the masterlist (mainly cause I really like fami)

Makima

Thanks to you, makima, now could finally feel true emotions. You made her feel the happiness of being truly loved, the sadness of being without you, anger when a devil had the gall to hurt you, and the worry of when you came injured from a mission and so on..

She felt another one of those emotions when she saw you talking to another girl at the public safety headquarters, a particularly flirty one who apparently didn't know you were dating her boss.

Ah this must be jealousy.

She wasn't that bothered by it. She knows she can trust that you'll never leave her. However, the moment she starts touching you even after you clearly rejected her and is making you feel uncomfortable, that girl is dead.

She might have better morals after meeting you but she's not above killing who she deems as human scum.

But if things don't reach that stage, the girl might just be assigned a particularly difficult mission as her next

"Sorry, but I have a girlfriend,"

"Who cares? It's not like she's gonna know anyway"

"Sorry to interrupt, but I'd like to talk to y/n"

"Ah! M-miss makima!"

"Oh sure babe"

"B-babe? You mean she's your girlfriend"

"Exactly, and now that you know I suggest not looking forward to your next mission"

Power

The moment she sees you talking to another girl, she gets mad, she assumes you're cheating on her cause she doesn't have that much of an understanding of relationships.

In her eyes, you don't need anyone else when she's clearly the best option.

She's also really angry towards the girl. How dare she try to steal what's hers? Even though she wasn't flirting with you

"Hey! Y/n! What are you doing talking to this human"

"Oh power, don't worry she was just asking me directions"

"Like I believe that! You better go away this very moment I'll kill you!"

"Power be nice"

"Only if you stop talking to this bitch"

"*sigh* I'm so sorry"

Himeno

How she reacts depends on how drunk she is.

She gets really clingy when she is drunk, so she'll hug you from behind and lazily try to pull you away from the girl you were talking to while mumbling some incoherent words and that's usually your sign to take her home.

She's really not that jealous when sober, even when a girl flirts, she doesn't get mad, she understands her,after all if she didn't flirt with you she wouldn't have gotten with her amazing partner.

"Hey, you having fun without me over here?

"Oh sorry hime,I was just about to tell her I have a girlfriend"

"Oh you do? Sorry I had no idea"

"It's fine. I get it they're so stunning anyone would try to get with them"

"Did you just use the fact that a girl was flirting with me as a way to flirt with me?

"Guess so, I guess complimenting you is just second nature to me"

Kobeni higashiyama

This poor nervous wreck of a girl.

Whenever she sees you talking to another girl, she kinda gets anxious and starts comparing herself to that girl. Imagine how it is when a girl actually flirts with you

She starts overthinking and sweating,thoughts that you're gonna leave her for the other girl and how she's a bad girlfriend her fill her head.

She'd rather self combust than try to confront the girl with you around so she'll just continue wallowing in self-pity until you finish.

She needs a lot of hugs and reassurances later to calm down

"Hey, are you OK, kobeni? You were sweating and shaking"

"O-oh n-o i'm ok, what about t-that girl you were talking to?"

"I told her I had a girlfriend and she left, don't worry,more importantly, let's continue out date"

"R-really?"

"Of course you're my girlfriend right? I'd much rather hang out with you than some random girl"

"Uhm t-thank you"

Asa mitaka

She is also kind of anxious and worried just way less than kobeni.

She feels kind of like a bad and boring girlfriend often, and that feeling skyrockets when a girl flits with you.

She trusts you, but seeing you so close to that girl while she blatantly flirts with you just makes her feel kinda angry at her, and yoru definitely tries to take advantage of that.

"Come on don't you wanna get rid of her anyway"

"Not in that way yoru!"

"Just turn her into a weapon, that way I get a new one to fight chainsaw man, and you get to take care of that bitch"

"I'm not gonna do that"

"Geez you really are a bad girlfriend then"

"I'M NOT A BAD GIRLFRIEND"

"........"

"D-did I say that out loud?"

"Yeah but don't worry at least it was the truth"

Yoru

You and yoru begged asa to let her take control of her body for just an entire date. After a lot of hesitancy, she accepted but made yoru promise not to kill anyone........ You should probably think twice before trusting the war devil

The moment she saw another girl even look at you with a flirty gaze, immediately she turned her into a weapon without any hesitation.

You weren't that shocked, dating yoru does come with a very high chance of her trying to murder people she even thinks are trying to steal you, you were kinda mad at her for what she promised asa though.

"*sighs* why did you do that?"

"You're mine she was trying to take you from me. I could feel it"

"And how are you gonna explain it to asa?"

"Well it's not my problem"

"What?"

Then she feel unconscious the scars from her face disappeared and asa woke up looked at the weapon in her hand and then at you

"I'm so sorry asa I swear I can explain"

Fami

She was just coming back to your table with your fast food orders (she got way too much food for herself). When she saw you talking to a girl, she didn't recognize

She didn't think much about it maybe you were just talking to a friend. So she ignored the kinda weird feeling in her chest by doing her favorite thing (tied with spending time with you) eating.

The girl, meanwhile, was very freaked out that a random girl was staring at her with a cold glare and ringed eyes so she left allowing you to go back to your girlfriend.

"Hey fami, sorry if It took me long"

"It's fine, who was that girl you were with?

"I don't know she just came up to me and started flirting"

"I see"

"Why? Are you jealous"

"No I am not"

"Alright whatever you say, you did eat faster than usual though and that's saying something"

"*sighs* Humans are truly weird creatures"

[aviradasa]

The lost boys main HCs

Paul

Here are some paul hcs! I hope you enjoy! This is kinda short but i had fun writing it!

If you would like a part two going into more detail about him let me know. I'm gonna be responding to Dwayne's HCS, though. I hate the ones I posted. I'm also gonna be doing an HC/ one-shot series about each of the boys before they found each other/ became vampires, so stay tuned!!

Paul is a younger sibling. When he was alive he had 2 brothers and one twin sister.

He was 19 but going to turn 20 literally like a month before he died and despite how he acts he was the oldest when turned,

If you ask him his age though he will say 20 to fuck with you before pulling the “Nah I'm just joking” card and telling you he was only 19

He does that mostly cause he's a little upset he wasn't able to hold out at least another month, so he likes to say what he could have been, but he doesn't wanna lie about his age.

He hates liars.

He also keeps track of every birthday he and the other boys have had since they turned cause he doesn't want to lose track of the years. It kinda keeps him sane a bit.

On a less depressing note

He is also one of the sassiest assholes you will ever meet. He does not think before he speaks and honestly, he doesn't give a damn

I mean y'all hear him when he said the whole “ chill out girl 🙄😒” line you can't tell me he wasn't annoyed that star was ruining the fun

He also does not give a shit if he hurts someone's feeling with it especially if its someone he doesn't know or does not fuck with, he sees no point in trying to spare the feelings of anyone he doesn't care about

He can also be a bit flirty just in general as a joke or genuinely he is just like that and he dont care what gender it is he will make flirty jokes or comments regardless.🤣

He is an asshole, but he is quite loyal to the people he loves, surprisingly. But he loves them in his own way. Despite all the teasing, rude comments, cruel pranks, and injuries he may accidentally inflict, he doesn't fuck around with other people pulling that shit.

The definition of “nobody can bully my family or friends but me.”

He can be nice sometimes. It depends on whether he's fully sober or not, and then it depends on what he did.

Drunk = steer clear he's gonna say or do some stupid shit that could result in either a fight with somebody random or not,or you all dying.

Stoned = yeah, you have a better chance of seeing him nice with this one. But still, be careful cause high also results in hunger, so don't get bit. he does bite. Remember that.

He also relaxes better after smoking, so he might just sit his ass down for a while, maybe watch a movie.

He's not a TV guy though usually. he finds it hard to focus on shows and movies so he either likes to smoke before watching or else he has to pause it every 20 minutes to get up, walk around, and bitch about loopholes and plot points for a few minutes before he can sit back down and continue it.

He just kinda avoids them for those reasons. He's more of a music guy. Because then he can get up, bounce around, have fun, and not miss anything in the song cause he can do other shit while listening.

The music he likes is rock and heavy metal; I will admit, though, that he is the kinda person to pull the “Oh, you know (random band), then name 3 songs.”

“ (names 3 song)”.

“Oh shit cool, what's your favorite.”

He does that shit often, actually, but his saving grace is that if you know what your talking about, you now have a new friend to discuss your favorite bands with. 😭

He keeps his area of the cave a mess but he still knows where everything is. But it's not like a dirty mess; it's mostly just clutter.

He refuses to leave food containers or remains in his room overnight like he can not stand that shit if he's chilling out drawing or something, and he catches the lightest whiff of food smell from a container he finished off not even an hour ago he getting up and throwing it away.

Honestly, that goes for all the boys, to be fair. They don't care about being dirty themselves, but they don't want their spaces dirty if you get what I mean.

Also, he does not like people touching his stuff. Only a select few people can, and that is Laddie and the other boys maybe star once in awhile, and depending on whether you are a close friend or partner, you can, but everybody has to ask unless he says to grab it for him.

He just doesn't want his shit moved cause he's worried he won't be able to find it.

He's not worried about shit being broken cause he will just fix it. Unless it's CDs or records that he can't fix, he will be severely pissed.

But one specific thing you don't under any circumstance touch, grab or even breathe too close to is his sister's old music box. If that gets broken, he will kill you, no questions asked, and he won't feel bad about it, NOBODY would want to/ have the ability to stop him at that moment, so just please don't touch it.

Other than that, he doesn't care. He likes having people come to his space to hang out and keep him company. He also likes showing off all the cool shit he has.

Oh, and the him killing you thing reminds me.

He is scary as fuck when he kills/feeds cause his style is extremely animalistic. He doesn't just tear flesh away or rip a limb or two. He fucking MAULS his kills to the point that if you see the aftermath, you genuinely wonder if it was ever a human or not.

His kills are quick, violent, messy, and sadistic. Cause he genuinely does enjoy the kill, probably more than feeding.

He's an adrenaline junkie, a daredevil, and anything in between, so when it is time, he will find a target, and to be fair, he likes a good chase. So he will probably grab somebody, and when they fight back, he will purposely let them go and give them a head start so he can chase them down just to make the mauling more fun.

When he's done feeding, he is most of the time covered in blood, dirt, leaves, sand, sticks, you name it, and it's probably on him.

He cleans up as best he can before going back onto the boardwalk or heading into town of course. But if they have a late feeding and they have to get back to the cave in a hurry before sunrise. He will stay like that until the next day.

But by the time he wakes up, he hates the feeling of the stuff stuck to him, so he cleans up quickly just so he doesn't have to be uncomfortable lmao.

Anyway, that's it for now. He's just a funny, sarcastic, sadistic, flirty asshole. But we love him. Cause he's Paul.

[leahrintarou]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ INTOXICATED - SUNA RINTAROU

CW: sfw, mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of throwing up, y/n and suna are 'friends', college au, and drunk reader. (requested)

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

"where is she?" suna questioned atsumu as he stepped foot into he and his brother's home. the blonde nodded upstairs, and suna let out a sigh when he heard the faint voice of osamu scolding y/n.

"i wouldn't be surprised if she got alcohol poisoning..." atsumu mumbled. suna's eyes widened at his friend with a look that made him elaborate further. "she drank a lot, sunarin." he shrugged. they entered her bedroom, the almost empty bottle of alcohol laying on its side on the floor being the first thing his eyes landed on. his attention was drawn to the bathroom door that was left ajar, making the light peak through the open crack.

"hey, if you plan on blowing chunks, maybe face the toilet and not my face!" he heard osamu scold. atsumu stifled a snort, and suna let out a hushed swear before entering the bathroom. y/n sat on the floor with her back to the wall while osamu was next to her with an unopened waterbottle in his hold. "thank fuck." osamu stood up, shoving the water bottle to suna's chest, forcing him to hold it. "you handle her. I'm over this."

"come on, don't be like that, samu." atsumu leaned against the doorframe as his brother shoved past him to sit on y/n's bed.

"she shoved me down the staircase made me hit my head, tsumu." he deadpanned.

"want an ice pack, samu?" suna asked, squatting down to y/n's seated figure and placing a hand to her forehead.

"what? no."

"then stop bitching."

y/n let out a small laugh at that and suna hears osamu mumble some swears to him. suna looked up at atsumu motioning for him to close the door. "we'll be out when she's stable enough. you two can clean up downstairs in the meantime."

atsumu let out a sigh of dread since cleaning up after throwing their parties was his least favorite part of them. he regretted not getting as drunk as y/n since maybe then, he'd have an excuse to leave the cleaning to his brother. suna stood up after the door was shut and closed the lid of the toilet. "you okay?" suna questioned.

y/n nodded before trying to stand. "i'm fine. why are you guys babying me?" she groaned.

"why'd you drink so much? you're smarter than that, n/n. did someone force you to?"

she let out a lighthearted laugh and shook her head. "nope." she said with a pop on the end. suna stared at her intensely, and when her eyes met his, she furrowed her eyebrows. "look, rin. it's just been a rough week with finals and shit. so I'm sorry if i need some aid to relax every once in a while." she said, voice filled with annoyance.

he rolled his eyes at her attitude before handing her the water bottle that he had now opened for her. "take a few sips so that you can sober up."

"i can't. i feel like all of my lunch from earlier is gonna make a reappearance if i do."

"just a small sip then." he says, holding out the bottle. she glanced at him, and there was a short silence before she sighed. he held the bottle to her lips, tilting it slightly as she took half of a mouthful. suna screwed the cap back on as she made a quick and uncoordinated motion to toilet bowl, lifing the seat. suna placed the bottle down, hand against the small of her back as she prepared to release the built-up bile that rose.

he rubbed soothing patterns into her back as she hovered her face over the bowl. suna sat down properly, legs pulled up towards himself on either side of y/n's frame. she sat back down properly, thankful that she was able to keep it down for now. her unbalanced figure leaned onto suna's chest, and he reached an arm around her, placing it on her abdomen to aid her upset stomach. "don't wanna throw up anymore?" he questioned, voice softer now as he tried to keep her calm.

she shook her head and reached for the water bottle that he held in his free hand. "you sure? we both just saw what happened when you drank some." he said, unsure tone in his voice. "i can get you a snack instead so that -"

suna's hand rested on her waist, and y/n leaned into his touch, feeling enough comfort to finally feel a peace that didn't come alomg with guilt.

when he pulled away, suna let out a breathy sigh. "is this a part of sobering me up?" y/n questioned, making an effort to break the thick air that encapsulated them.

"maybe. is it working?"

"unfortunately."

suna rolled his eyes, playfully shoving y/n's face before standing up. "come on, you need to get rest." he reached his hand out, and y/n took it, fumbling to stand up, but eventually got it with a bit of his help. he led her to her bedroom, and as she got under the covers, suna joined her, pulling her body to his chest. "research shows that this will help with the hangover." his spoke, voice rougher from exhaustion.

"okay, now that's just bs."

"wow, have some trust in me, n/n."

"if you answer this next question honestly, i will."

"which is?" he perked. y/n turned her body, now facing suna. the scent of alcohol was faintly on her breath, and as she spoke, suna's eyes widened slightly.

"do you like me?"

"more than a kiss could ever show."

and with that, he placed another one to her forehead and pulled her into his chest.

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[fictionalcreator]

Thought of the line "drunk in Paris" and my brain auto-generated a RokCale fic hear me out

So, we all know that Kim Rok Soo is the absolute king of understating things, yeah? And Cale was deliberately acting like trash to draw attention / make his family look better by comparison / something along those lines, yeah?

So, In a modern AU, Cale (who's probably the son of an old money British noble house in this universe) goes on an expensive trip across Europe, because every trashy rich kid takes a "gap year" to fuck around in Italy or Spain or some such, possibly ending up on the news for something dumb. Perfect Cale territory. By the time he's done, everyone's gonna think his family are saints for putting up with him.

Of course, when he goes to France, classic Wine Country, he has to test his limits (with the best vintages money can buy, of course). Does he actually genuinely get trashed? I say yes because I think he needs at least one pathetic wet dog moment but in the end it's irrelevant because the POINT is that he ends up meeting (and sleeping with) this random guy from Korea who happens to be there on a business trip. Also, random Korean man is hot as hell, to the point where Cale-fucking-Henituse feels jealous, and despite this, this guy seems to think he's not hot?? Because of the scars??? Bitch, please, says Cale, perhaps more out loud than he meant to.

Despite that guy's pecs being sculpted by god himself, in the morning, post-nut, generally more sober, and depressingly alone, Cale still regrets it a little. After all, for everything he does, he's not in the habit of running around breaking hearts, nor does he particularly want to have "he's a slut" appended to his already seedy reputation. Random people looking for fights? He could deal with that. Random people looking for sex? Yeah, no.

(And of course, his distaste for the idea has nothing to do with any silly romantic dreams of waking up next to the same person every day, arms wrapped around each other as you whisper sweet nothings in the other's ear. Pfft—of course not.)

He'll just have to hope that no one saw him sneak off with Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome, and that this guy doesn't tell anyone about it.

Well, Mr. Mystery Hunk did say he was just there for a brief business trip. Cale doesn't have any reason to go to Korea, so they probably won't see each other ever again...

Well, some time later (idk if it would be funnier if it's like, the next day or several years), Cale meets Choi Han and ends up goading him into a fight. Choi Han, of course, hands his ass to him, and Cale gets sent to the hospital.

Only, while Cale's recovering, who else comes to visit but, surprise surprise, Mr. Beefcake himself, who's name is actually Kim Rok Soo (or some kind of pseudonym!). It turns out that Choi Han is Mr. Kim's subordinate? (we're pretending Choi Han was born later than in canon or something roll with it) And it turns out that the "business" that Kim Rok Soo came to Europe for...actually involves Cale?

Well, Cale's mom, at least.

Apparently, there's a secret international group working to sow war, famine, and terror around the world, and to accomplish some unknown objective (world conquest) they're looking for something left behind by one Jour Thames (among other mcguffins [ancient powers], but the org. that KRS belongs to actually managed to track down someone [Cale] who might know where this one is).

Kim Rok Soo is working for another secret organization, who are working to take the villains down. The head of the organization's most powerful and influential Team 1? That is, of course, Kim Rok Soo. (I'm thinking that the head, on paper, would be Eruhaben, since he would be a ridiculously rich old man in this AU)

Mr. Kim himself doesn't appear to regard this as a big deal, making him that much more terrifying of a person to talk to.

What exactly did Jour leave behind? Does magic exist in this AU?? How exactly did Cale get Kim "no thanks" Rok Soo to fuck him??? idk this was as far as my brain got

[ladygelfling]

A Time Rook got Incredibly Drunk

From the Rook fic prompt list here

"Thought you had been kicked out of the Lords, Laidir. Guess being Isabela's favorite has its advantages."

Tessora turned in her chair to the face the man addressing her. "Heglind. Thought I smelled something rotten." Tess slurred the words slightly, seeing as how she was already pretty deep in her cups. Taash and her had taken Bellara out with them to the Hilt and currently, Taash was the most sober of the three.

"Haven't seen much of you or your crew around lately. No matter though, my crew gets all the business now anyway. Thanks for that, love." He smiled inanely at her.

Tess suddenly flew up out of her chair and got right in his face. "Don't call me 'love'. I didn't realize we were all having a contest. We're all Lords of Fortune, right? You and your mates enjoy it while you can though. I'm trying to save the fucking world! And after I do and come back here, every scholar and rich toff looking for treasure is gonna want to hire the captain who slayed gods."

"Yeah!" shouted Bellara, followed by a hiccup.

"Ugh, don't encourage Rook. Tess, shut up and sit back down." Taash said. They knew Tess could handle herself in a fight, but Heglind was tall and broad and a giant asshole.

Heglind laughed. "All this shit happening with blight and dragons and fuck knows what else? You think you're gonna be the hero? Save us all? Some knife-eared-"

The sound of the back of Tessora's hand making abrupt contact with his face seemed to echo off the walls of the bar. Several members of Heglind's crew stood, as did Taash and Bellara, though in Bellara's case, a bit wobbly.

Another large man came to Heglind's side and shoved Tess. Taash moved in front of him. "Touch her again and I'll break your arm." they growled.

Bellara giggled. "Is this a bar fight? I've never been in a bar fight!!"

Heglind spit something out of his mouth. "You broke my bloody tooth, you crazy bitch!"

Taash knew immediately that there was going to be no talking their way out of this. As soon as the insult left his mouth, Tess launched herself at him like a deepstalker bursting out of the ground and toppled him over.

Taash shrugged, cracked their neck, and looked at the big man in front of them. "Let's go, big guy!"

The scene descended into chaos from there. Several other patrons joined in on behalf of Tessora. Heglind's crew was not the most popular so some were just happy for the excuse.

Fists, furniture, and magic went flying everywhere. Tess had been thrown into a table. Taash had been hit with a chair, which shattered into several pieces. Bellara had been wildly throwing out bolts of magical energy but was too drunk to aim properly so she may have accidentally hit Tessora. Heglind had ended up on his knees doubled over in pain because Tess had delivered a swift kick to his balls.

And someone had been slapped with a fish.

The whole thing ended just as quickly as it started when Isabela walked in a yelled at everyone to stop. Heglind and his crew limped out of the bar, leaving Isabela shaking her head at the mess and at her friend.

"What am I going to do with you, Kitten? You told me after the last time you got into a fight in here that you would keep it in the arena. Poor Jax has to clean all this up now."

Tessora looked sheepishly at her friend and then at the Hilt's bartender. "Sorry, Jax. We'll help clean up and I can pay for the damages." Tess went to pick up an uprighted chair and nearly fell over.

"Tess, you're drunk and bleeding and look like shit. Go back to the Lighthouse. I'll take care of this." Isabela waved her off. "Taash, you okay? That one is looking a little green though."

"I'm green??" shouted Bellara.

"Bela, no. Everyone is gonna say your playing favorites or something." Tessora said.

Isabela laughed. "Kitten, you are my favorite. I don't give a shit what everyone else thinks. Hawke even knows it and he's my husband."

~~~~~~

Taash, Tessora, and Bellara emerged from the Eluvian into the Lighthouse and Bellara promptly threw up over the side of the walkway.

"You okay, Bellara?" asked Taash.

"Tastes like banana. When did I eat a banana?"

Tess snorted out a laugh, followed promptly by winces of pain because she had taken several hits to the face apparently. "Ow…don't make me laugh!"

"Wait. You ate my banana! I knew it!" Taash said, trying to hold in laughter.

They went up the stairs from the Eluvian room and found Emmrich and Harding sitting on the couch still awake and talking about Lace's magic.

"Maker, what happened??" asked Lace.

"WE GOT INTO A BAR FIGHT! IT WAS AMAZING!" Bellara clapped her hands in excitement. "I broke a bottle over someone's head!" She swayed suddenly. "Oh…I need to lie down I think." She sank into the nearest chair.

Emmrich rushed over to inspect Tessora. "Dearest, what happened? Sit down, let me heal you." Lace went over to check the wounds on Taash, leaving Emmrich with Tess on the sofa.

"You should see the other guys," said Tessora, while Emmrich started to apply a healing spell to her swollen right eye.

"Was it at least a justified fight?" he asked with a sigh. "I do wish you would be more careful, darling."

"Asshole called me a knife-ear. Been a while since I'd been called that and I didn't like it." Tessora touched her injured hand and winced.

Emmrich took her hand in his and weaved magic around it. "Then he most certainly deserved whatever beating you gave him." He looked up to check her face again and she was staring at him with a tiny smile.

"Bela said I'm her favorite," she said with a giggle, then leaned in conspiratorially. "But you're my favorite."

[skzdedgf]

" And You Are ?" pt. 2

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𝙨𝙠𝙯𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙛 ©

content: nonidol!leeknow , fighting, blood, drug use + drinking, cursing, Fluff, lee know is a little nicer, leeknow x reader, fem!reader, slow burn? , lee know is kinda jealousss, we kinda get lee know's pov.

*scoff can be heard from lee know as he hears you call him dumb.

"Really? Me? Dumb? Your funny." Lee know says with a painfully obvious fake smile. You let out a small giggle until you hear really loud screams and glass shattering, you quickly whip your head up to the bathroom door as there was now loud banging.

"What the fuck do you want?!" Lee know shouts, a familiar voice can be heard "HYUNJIN IS FIGHTING WITH SOME RANDOM GUY!!" the voice yells, Lee know quickly pushes past you with wide eyes swinging the door open

"Holy shit!" there Hyunjin was holding a guy down "CHILL THE FUCK OUT! I DON'T WANT YOUR GIRL!" Hyunjin was yelling at the guy on the floor, Lee know and Chris quickly intervene pulling Hyunjin and the other guy apart, the other very drunk guy was slurring is words with a little blood coming out his mouth, Lee know yells at him to leave the party

You try to find your sister in the bunch which you were successful, Genni was standing near the front door completely shocked at the scene in front of her. "Y/n we need to leave asap! I know this was suppose to be fun but.. hell no." Genni says almost scared, then suddenly

*smack The sound of skin hitting skin, you turn your head to see the guy that was previously fighting Hyunjin on the floor and Lee know with both his fists up, the guy was out cold. *woop woop the sound of police sirens can be heard not too far, the party was getting very rowdy so one of the neighbors most likely called.

"Shit." Lee knows says in a small panicked state, "EVERYONE OUT!!" Felix yelled out while quickly turning off the party lights and music, Chris and Lee know were quick to run out of the front door along with you and Genni as the sirens were getting closer. "Get in the car y/n!" Genni yells as your a little bit behind, Genni quickly unlocks and hops into the car, as soon as you were gonna hop into the passenger side you feel an arm tug at you.

"Y/n.. Iet us hop in.. Please bro! Genni c'mon help us out!" Chris looked at you both with lee know quickly nodding "Just once!" Lee know says out of breathe, Genni groans "Hop in fast." Lee know and Chris quickly get into the back seat, Genni was lucky enough to have sports mode in her car, "You guys like drifting?" Genni asked while looking back at the 2 semi-sober boys

"Who gives a fuck, drive Genni! And don't throw up in the back!!" You shout, Genni quickly starts the car putting it into drive then sports mode pressing the gas, the neighborhood had fell quiet after the little shut down, Genni turns all her lights off as she see the cops getting close by quickly making a left into a sketchy neighborhood

"quick skatepark, put the car farther we'll walk." You say pointing to a big skatepark that had a handful of other college students and teens. Genni quickly finds a good not so sketchy place to park, the boys were too out of breathe to notice we stopped. "Well get out everyone." Genni says while hopping out, the boys quickly hop out and Genni locks the doors after you get out too, there's a tunnel that leads you to the skatepark, there's no cars so you guys just walk on the road. Your feet start to hurt from your heels and running in them, but you decide to stay quiet.

• 5 Minutes Later

"You guys keep going I'm gonna stop at the store real quick." Says Lee know, "Chris, stay with them, their still girls.." Lee know mumbles the last bit. "Alright Alright" Chris says throwing his hands in the air dramaticlly, "Relax Chris were not that bad" Genni says, "No, your a bitch." Chris replys, "Oh my god just cause I hit you once with a book does not make me a bitch, we were 12!!" Genni says laughing at the last bit, "It still hurt.." Chris says while rubbing the back of his head. Genni laughs and we all continued walking

• A couple minutes later

"Finally were here!" Chris says in a relieved tone, "shit we gotta squeeze through that tho.." Genni says pointing to the small rip in the metal gate. *Ughhh Chris lets out a angry groan

"Hey guys!" Lee know yells from a distance waving a bag, Lee know comes closer you limp a little back as your feet are still killing you. "Here.." Lee know hands you foam slides with a hello kitty charm on them "you owe me 10 bucks.." Lee know says, He quickly pulls the rip in the gate more and slides through walking with his hands in his pockets. Chris goes quickly after. Genni says "He definitely likes you, just wants to be a dick" then she quickly slides through as well, you change your heels for the slides leaving your heels in a bush as the strap already ripped on one. Catching up with everyone else in a hurry.

You guys all sit at the edge of a huge dip people usually drop in when skating but right now everyone was just stoned at the park. Chris and lee know were talking about the other guys in their little crew, Genni would talk to them too. You just sat looking up at the stars ,,it looks so beautiful tonight..,, you thought

You felt a little push against your body, Lee know was now sitting next to you as Genni and Chris were talking, "Your sister and Chris are being all lovey dovey." He fake gags and you let out a little giggle while turning back to the stars ,,god shes beautiful.,, lee know thought.

You felt a cold hand on your thigh, you turn and lee know tucks some hair behind your ears and wipes some smudged mascara off your cheek, then he quickly clears his throat and takes his hand off your thigh. You blush slightly and your ears go red as his do too. you didn't expect Lee know to be the type to care in silence nor to be suddenly nice. ,,should i have done that.. shit she's gonna think I'm a creep.,,

Lee knows thoughts were interrupted as a guy with deep dimples and a sort of ginger brown hair that curls a bit walks up to you both, "Hi Chris! Hi Lee know!" Chris smiles happily "Hi Jeongin!" You wave to him as he seems sweet, Jeongin comes and sits on the other side of you, "Your y/n right? I'm Jeongin but you can call me I.N, I'm Chris and Lee knows-" Lee know cuts him off "Baby. He's the baby of the group." He rolls his eyes almost annoyed that Jeongin interrupted. I.N giggles a bit, "I like your shirt" he says with a cute smile ,,he kinda looks like a fox,, you thought "Thank you so much Innie!"

,,a nickname..?? She gave HIM a nickname already!?,,

Lee know thought, I.N quickly leaves with other guys as they were calling for him and he waves bye, "We should all get back to the dorms. It's gonna be 3 in the morning and that's when its the sketchiest in town." Chris says and Lee know quickly nods in agreement. Luckily you don't have early classes tomorrow so you can sleep in. "That's okay with me!" Genni says and you nod, "let's go then" Chris says waving his byes to his other friends as they leave as well.

• 15 minutes later

You guys all hop in the car this time Chris is driving and Genni is the passenger. You and Lee know in the back, both of you guys are very tired. Lee know starts to sober up more not too long into the drive but you start nodding off slowly resting your head on lee know's shoulder. *thump thump thump ,,Fuck why is my heart racing,,

Yes another cliff hanger trust PT. 3 is where it gets good :b

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[urmom2bitch]

I love you (C.S)

A/N: This is my first ficccc I honestly don't like it but Yolo. Also this was supposed to be an angst but it kinda changed to a fluff!

Warnings⚠️!!!: Crying, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex, cursing, use of y/n and yeah I think that's!

It's around 12 am and Chris went to another part without me this week all because according to him I would ruin his chances with the girls.

"Look kid I know the past few party's I've gone to I told you you couldn't come but, I kinda wanna get laid and you'll scare the bitches away"

"Jesus Chris don't get too drunk please"

"you know I will" Chris laughs as he walks out the door

Cute little time skip

After 2 hours of sitting in Chris's room Nick barged in.

"bitch there's no way he went to another party without you to get pussy" He said almost yelling

"it's not a big deal, Nick He has needs"

"I'm not dealing with his drunk ass tonight kid."

After that we hung out and watched a movie till we heard

"Go fuck yourself bitch!" Followed by a car door slamming

All three of us instantly ran outside knowing it was Chris.

"Holy shit Chris what the fuck happened!" Nick yelled at the top of his lungs

"this really big dude got told me he was gonna hurt y/n if I kept talking to her so I hit him and fuck he hit back" he stumbled over his worlds as he talked with tears falling down his face

"baby I'm sorry I didn't let you come with me" Chris said in-between sobs

I couldn't even process what he said before I spoke

"it's okay Hun c'mon let's get you to bed"

After I cleaned Chris up I laid him down so he could go to sleep.

"Y/n I think I love you" he spoke as he opened his eyes slightly

"well we've been best friends since we were 5 I wouldn't expect less" I laughed while playing with his hair

"No Y/n I love you I really do" he said trying not to stutter

"Say that when you're sober hunny" I laughed slightly

"N-no y/n I mean it I really do I really fuckin do" he started crying again and sat up looking me in the eyes

"it's easy for you to say that now but you are also very drunk and you need to sleep hunny. We can talk in the morning" I said wiping his tears

"fine"

A/n- I borderline hate this but oh well 😭😭

@lustfulslxt

[bengiyo]

Laws of Attraction Eps 1 and 2 Stray Thoughts

For @lurkingteapot, @negrowhat, and @troubled-mind, here are some highlights from the voice recordings Bestie and I sent to the chat while we were watching the first two episodes.

Episode 1

Ben: They were death-flagging on this child, so David and I decided to take the over-under on how long it would take this child to die. We gave it five minutes. So, two minutes later.... David: They ran over that child like Wile E. Coyote!

David: I can't go to Thailand. Ben: I'm scared! I'm really scared!

Ben: I'm so excited. This is giving everything. We got a kid run over by a car after death flagging six different ways, and David's like that list better not be in that bag! Cuts to the bag. The list is covered in blood. David: This is a Mexican telenovela!!

Episode 2

Ben: Let's talk about this sandwich. This man put all this presentation into a single sandwich, which he cut in half! Then split between the two of them, garnished with a piece of lettuce, a slice of tomato, and a ton of onion....along with some orange juice from concentrate?? With bread that looks like it was burnt to within in inch of its life on a George Foreman Grill..... This man is insane.... Like we already knew that. This man is as insane as Bill in Kill Bill 2 using a whole chef's knife to spread mayonnaise on a sandwich.

Ben: Okay, David, you were correct. I'll give you a Clowned Correctly award. David said that that man is not touching him because he's insane and he absolutely wants that man to want him when he finally fucks him. I love it though! He's like, "You were drunk, and you puked on yourself. So I removed your clothes to clean you up, and lusted. I sure did! But I didn't touch you! Because that would get me 4-20 year in prison. And they're not gonna have my ruffles and bubble baths in prison." David: "I'm a not-so-secret luxurious bitch. I don't DO cells." Ben: This high sadity mofo's like, "Uh-uh. But! Since you're sober now!" David: "Let's talk!!" Ben: I love this man. David: "Good! What's really good?"

Ben: Not this man getting out of this car... David: With the gayest shirt! Ben: What the fuck is going on with this collar and these overlong goddamn sleeves? This man is a menace. David: This is giving, "Give me shirt but also a Faustian nightmare." Ben: He looks like someone just popped a can of cinnamon rolls. David: I can't want more for you than you want for yourself. Ben: I...am overdone...with this show... David: And not champagne colored! You're a gay man! You know better! Ben: Look how it's sitting on his shoulders! This is a travesty!

Ben: I know we comment on how unhinged this man is in every scene, but why is he taking the One Ring to Mordor as well?

Ben: This is the least insane he's looked in this show, and that's saying something. We've been here for nine hours.

Ben: I see why @ginnymoonbeam said this show might be for the KinnPorsche enjoyers because this is now the next show where we've watched a father slap his son in the most bitchless way possible. David: Slaps always come in threes! The first is your first salvo. The second, this time, is aiming to fuck up some real estate. The third is the disrespect.

David: They clearly defined her relationship with her employees. They are not afraid of her. If these are hoes, they feel taken care of. Ben: I don't know what the relationship is between Organ and Silvy's characters, but I hope we get to see them fuck on screen. David: If we don't, why am I here? I require women doing filthy shit to each other. I can get BL anywhere. I came to see women doing shameful things with each other. I came here for Jennifer Tilly and Gina Gershon in Bound. I did not come here for the Bridges of Madison County. Ben: Girl you ain't never lie!

David: I'm here for this. The unapologetic sissiness is what I live for. He had me when he pulled out that little gun. "Now, I can date you, but I can also put you down like a dog." You know there's nothing I love more than Gays With Guns. Look at God. Won't he do it. Ben: God had nothing to do with iQIYI.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Ok, you can’t just imply about our precious midwestern baby and dr handsome fighting, any type of angst does not belong in their beautiful world🥺

What would be their fist fight about? How would the reconciliation play out?

They have squabbles before it. Little tiffs and instances of butting heads. Huffing matches over a collection of somethings trivial, rolling eyes and pouting silences in the car. They're both incredibly stubborn and strong-willed women. It just kinda comes with the territory.

It helps that they're very, very good at the making up part by now 😏

But the thing is that they're getting serious. Like... really serious.

The kind of actually starting to make life plans together for the future caliber of serious. Their first anniversary has already come and passed and Lexa spends more time at Clarke's house than she does her own anymore. It's been months since they've spent a single night not sharing a bed. Lexa has her own entire dresser in Clarke's bedroom, not just a measly single drawer.

So they serious. And they had both apparently thought they were on the same page.

Clarke, unfortunately, realizes that they truly were not.

Because she had just casually been talking about maybe getting an apartment together some time down the road. Maybe a cat too, because dogs tend to take up too much room. But god, what if they want kids? More than one, because she hated being a single child. How would they even make that work in a one bedroom?

It takes a couple minutes for her to realize Lexa has grown entirely silent. Just sitting there, staring at her with that blank face mask she gets when she's thinking something important. The same damn face that doesn't give Clarke any kind of idea what the hell that 'something' could possibly be.

After some coaxing and an honest to god staring contest just to get her to fucking speak, Lexa just says like it should be obvious:

"Clarke, babe... I'm never gonna move away from here."

And that's... That's just... it. That's the long and short of it. The needle in the balloon of all of the ideas Clarke had been constructing in her head over the last few months. Because she'd thought Lexa knew this job was only ever supposed to be temporary? She thought it was a given that she'd practice here a few years and then move on to another city once she had more experience under her belt. To an actual city. One that doesn't run their water system from a goddamn well...

So it's a pretty big fucking deal when Lexa just calmly says that uh, no, she wasn't aware of that plan. And that, no, she doesn't have any intention of following Clarke if she ever does decide to go.

It's like a punch to the gut and like the world has tipped sideways, and unfortunately, Clarke has a tendency to react to fear and hurt with anger. Which is how it comes to the point of her not-really-shouting, but almost shouting, about how she can't believe this is even happening. Because goddammit Lexa? You're really going to live here your entire life? Here? The place that has one fucking gas station and no grocery store? You're really going to spend your entire life just playing servant to these fucking people whose idea of showing gratitude is to just start bitching about their next problem the second you've fixed this one while they hand you a lukewarm beer?? Your entire life is going to be drunk ass Big Ed calling at 3am asking for a sober ride and— and— and cookouts and little league games and book drives and—

That is just about the time Lexa has had enough 👀. Because Yes, ClarKe, that's exactly what her life is, and it's exactly what her life will always be, because that's who she is. She'd been clear from the start that this was her home, and that these were her people. And fine, maybe they're a little backwards in some ways and yes there's a lot more to be done, but that's exactly why she does what she does. Before her this town didn't even have a damn stop sign, much less any of the other fifty thousand improvements she's implemented. She's made their lives better and she likes knowing that, and wants to keep making it better for the generation that will take over after her. This is little town is her clan. She has a legacy here. She knows what it's like to grow up in a nowhere town that barely has enough resources to function. She's spent the last 10 years of her life working to never let another kid here have to feel those kinds of struggles.

She has no intention of just abandoning all that.

It culminates in Clarke storming out of her own house because,,, Lexa had already chosen to dismiss herself to the bedroom with only a somber, "I love you, Clarke. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. And the last thing in the world I want is to hold you back. But at the same time... I want— I want so many things with you. I want all of it. I want all of you... But you can't ask me to leave."

[warriorprincesstramp]

right ok. I'm so exhausted I think it's making my anger a lot more composed but I'm ummmm actually really angry! haha! text message guy was being a fucking dickhead all night with his stupid dickhead friend who keeps egging him on and sharing stupid unfunny offensive jokes where the joke is just like fucking. saying the word aids or pedophile or whatever. proper juvenile shit genuinely I don't Get what is funny. well they were drunk so that's the answer I guess. and then they doing the guy thing and the drunk thing of being overly friendly in a way that's making fun of you being kind of rude and being fucking. attention seeking. and loud and interrupting me and my friend (who was a fucking godsend except for a moment we'll get to in a second 😐) who were just being chill and watching the live music. and it goes on so much longer than anticipated I'm tired I only basically went because I wanted to show my friends they should still invite me to stuff LOL and because a potential new friend was gonna be there too. but that's not relevant except to let you know my I was already not in a bitchy mood by any means I was just sort of ready to Go. and I left my stuff in my (chill) friend's room on campus so we all (chill friend, text message guy, his twat friend) went there. and they would not stop with these stupid jokes over and over and I was like " 😐 you literally have three jokes" and in response the twat friend said "no like I was saying I'm not even drunk I'm sober rn" just to give you a sense of what I was dealing with in terms of conversation. and I was over it I wanted to fucking leave but they kept going even in the hallway while my chill friend went to the loo. I don't remember specifically what set it off but I had already stopped acknowledging them/humouring them at all I just ignored them then it got bad enough I walked off. and those stupid cunts FOLLOWED ME . and were like teeee tee we're sorryyy 😥😥😥 in that stupid childish drunk way and I was like I'm fine it's fine I just need to go. and they could tell I was mad at this point. and fucking text message guy. has the AUDACITY. to go "aw, come on tee, you know we love you"

😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😐😑😑😑

and I, admittedly in a manner that made me feel for a brief moment like a Bad Bitch, replied without missing a beat: "yeah I know- you fucking texted it to me, remember?"

and then it was out there!!!!! I said it finally I was just so angry and frankly I did say it to try and hurt him and embarrass him I'll say it lol because I felt fucking embarrassed that whole night and with the whole stupid ordeal anyway. and there was SUCH a relief. like ok I said it it's out. I said it EXPLICITLY. There was no way to misinterpret what I just said to him even with him drunk like that. I did the hard thing I did the confrontation now I should get the reward of finding out what the fuck is his problem. and he delays for a moment, still with mothballs in his skull, and then goes "oh" but like not an "oh shit" oh more like he was just remembering it and he LAUGHS and goes "...and you sent the question mark...?" and EYE say "and you never fucking explained what that was, yeah" and I was fucking fuming I was heated I wasn't yelling but like. I was mad. lowkey wish chill friend was there I think their reaction would have been crazy. sorry I luv to narrativise my stupid life! anyway. and he's just like oh yeah. and then laughs. and goes. 😐😐😐😐😐. he goes, "well I guess you'll never know." all smug. and I wanted to break his neck. like it's not even that there's any truth to it you fucking gave it away you admitted it was a message to me you admitted you saw the text back you admitted that these were all deliberate choices! If not now than in a second when you keep fucking talking. but the way he said it like it was so funny keeping that from me. when I was so stressed about it and about protecting HIS feelings. fuck him oh my god.

but yeah so he does that and then the twat who caught only half of it and is using negative percents of his brain is like wait what message! what message! and text guy laughs and just goes haha just a message I sent to show my appreciation for tee! and the twat is like you're such a sap man. or something to that effect. I'm literally doing deep breathing rn typing this fucking hell. and of course coming out of the loo chill friend hears ONLY this small bit and I don't know now if they understood at any point that I was no longer kind of tired and annoyed by what I will extremely generously call their "drunk antics," but instead was seriously pissed. but they go, at this point thinking everything is still chill and a laugh, "what, are you two an item now?" and I just felt so small and miserable. and I just muttered "ask fucking [guy's name]" and kept moving I wanted to scream. because still he could not just be fucking straight with me and was messing me about for no reason at all. and by the time our paths diverged I just sort of loudly went BYE! without any sentimentality or individual goodbyes as they went to a bar and I went on my way home. and then I immediately called my friend and yelled about this so loudly and viciously I'm sure the entirety of the fucking city heard about it. I literally was like "hey it's late I hope you're not busy or trying to sleep" and as soon as she said she could talk I went. I hope the guy who sent me that fucking text kills himself. and I mean it.

[rottenpumpkin13]

drunk AGSCZ, but with sober s/o. Thanks!

Drunk ASGZC With A Sober S/O

Angeal: He's shamelessly flirting with them and being uncharacteristically cocky. Drunk Angeal has endless confidence and thinks he can defeat anything. His S/O is busy making sure Angeal doesn't accidentally say something too suggestive to an authority figure or jump from a significant height because he's convinced he can fly.

Genesis: Asides from suggestive remarks, says whatever comes to mind, so he's practically screaming all of his most controversial opinions while his S/O is desperately trying to cover his mouth. He's also yelling Loveless down the street and will flirt with a cop and/or pretend he's a prostitute. Gotta watch out for Gin-esis. He'll get you both arrested.

Sephiroth: He gets drunk and starts giving sermons on whatever topic comes to mind. He will talk his S/O's ear off, and it will be about a niche topic such as why time and space swap in black holes, or the breeding cycles of penguins. His S/O is patiently trying to get him into bed, meanwhile Sephiroth's just "but THE PENGUINS"

Cloud: Drunk Cloud is either very cuddly and wants attention OR he's so out of it and dissociative that his S/O has to keep an eye on him at all times. If they don't, they'll find Cloud stumbling halfway down the street. "Where are you off to, honey?" "I'm going to Jupiter." "What are you going to do in Jupiter, Cloud?" "I'm gonna punch Sephiroth in the FACE!"

his S/O prays every time he drinks that they'll get teddy bear Cloud and not Average Florida Man Cloud.

Zack: Drunk Zack is convinced everyone is flirting with his S/O. He will pick a fight with the lamp post, swing his fist wrong, then land on his face. His S/O is trying to drag him back inside while Zack screams at the lamp post "YEAH, YOU BETTER RUN. NO ONE FLIRTS WITH MY S/O, BITCH!" He's also holding them super close at all times and glaring at anyone who looks at them.

[canyonkingdom]

if you don't like excessive swearing, and, yknow, murder (cnsidering the show i'm writing for), i recommend you scroll

all good? alr

presenting robocar poli but;

you're all going to hell

the day after, 8:27 am

Spooky had always been weird.

Unimaginable stupidity was a ploy for him. Nothing was impossible when it came to his tiny mind and his impoverished grasp on common sense.

But in this situation, it seemed to be the right decision believing him.

"Are you sure?" Poli asked once again, eyeing the pile of cement near miles from Spooky's home.

"I- i'm a hundred percent sure, Poli! This can't be some kind of weird coincidence!" Spooky frantically retaliated. "I heard weird noises and..."

Murders in Broomstown were incredibly rare.

the day when it happened, 11:57 pm

Midnight struck as Bruner chugged on another shot of booze. Everyone was practically drunk off their mind. Well, except Poke.

Bruner was still slightly sober when he spoke, "Oh, God. I think I'm on my twentieth shot."

Poke tensed up as he and Bruner were the only ones awake at the moment. Everyone passed out or was muttering something stupid in their dreams. Poke simply smiled at the ongoing drunk infront of him.

Bruner came to his senses and looked at Poke in the eyes. "Come on, dude, i'm not that drunk yet!" Bruner said as he placed his shot glass down. "Let's drive ourselves home, you look like you want to die in a matter of seconds."

Poke sighed in relief.

"We're taking Mickey's vehicle." Bruner stated, the drunk kicking in his voice. Poke wanted to argue, but instead complied hesitantly, as he knew how arguing with drunk Bruner would be like. "Fuck, you're driving, Poke."

As they got into their respective seats, they drove off away from the site, leaving the others with a sick hangover. Bruner looked at the side mirror, Mickey drunkenly fumbles his way trying to follow his vehicle, but stumbles into a pile of logs Bruner forgot to place inside the site. He chuckled, but his smile faded when Mickey got back up.

"We should've took mine." Bruner groaned. "Shit."

Poke looked at him with all the concern of a mother and a face that said told you so in the most condescending tone.

"Are we gonna help him?" he said in sign language, before scurrying to hold the wheel again.

"Mmmm... hell no." Bruner said with the smallest amount of worry. "He can handle himself. He never helped me when he took my vehicle and I was practically limping across a fucking pile of thorns drunkenly while he continued driving away."

Poke fought the urge to help Mickey. The dude was practically suffering on the road. He suddenly stopped the cement mixer and held the door handle.

"Come on." Poke was smiling.

Bruner wasn't having any of it.

"Oh, come on, fucking hell, Poke." he groaned, and dragged Poke out of the driver's seat, leaving him shocked. "I'm driving."

Poke's eyes widened horrifyingly, as his legs were on Bruner's lap and his head hit the window in the passengers seat, he eyed bottles of gin tucked under the vehicle. He quickly grabbed one and showed it to Bruner, pointing his finger to the bottle then to the drunk in a terrified manner.

"I know i'm fucking drunk, Poke. I'm just-" the cement mixer started driving again. "-getting revenge on this bitch."

Poke knew it was gonna be horrible.

Bruner drove so fast that Poke couldn't sit straight as he kept hitting his head. His hands tried taking control of the wheel, but his position prevented him from doing it. The bottles broke as Bruner did a hard turn, completely forgetting the weight of the vehicle. This wasn't some race car one can throw around.

Poke appalled at the many households they were probably interuppting and breaking their sleep right now. They might call the rescue team, which he really, really hoped. They can fix this problem. Even under the hands of a coldblooded psychopath.

(Yeah, right. You puny bitch.)

If only he could speak, Poke would be screaming slurs at Bruner.

Bruner took a right turn into Apple street. The momentum slowed down. Bruner looked at the side mirror again, Mickey was nowhere on the road. His drunk ass laughed, and Poke was just glad he didn't crash into anything. He was so happy he could cry.

The drive went slowly after that. Bruner parked near an empty area of the street.

"Why're you crying?" Bruner asked as he helped Poke up into a tolerable position after the one he suffered through.

Poke slapped Bruner, leaving a red mark on his cheek as he continued sobbing, happy that he's alive after the ruckus.

"You fucking said we're going home and you take the wheel and almost got us in danger! You should've let me drive further!" Poke said in sign language, fuming so hard. He could almost slam his feet on the ground if he didn't notice the copious amount of glass shards and spilling booze under his feet. He quickly put away the glass behind with his boots.

"Come on, now. I had to take my revenge on poor old Mickey." Bruner laughed as he leaned back on the seat.

Poke continued sobbing until he calmed down when Bruner popped open another bottle that didn't break when his driving skills were put to the test. He rolled his eyes. "Another one?" he looked at Bruner, unsurprised. Bruner shrugged.

While he enjoys another bottle, Poke spots something in the distance. He tapped Bruner's right arm as he motions him to look at their front.

It was two glowing red lights in the middle of the road.

"That's not something you see everyday." Bruner muttered.

The creature (?) looked oddly familiar, a faint white and pink outline emerged from the glowing light.

"It could possibly fucking kill us." Poke looked at him as his hands did frantic sign language. He was clearly scared. Bruner could feel the quiver in his movements.

"Shit." he stepped on the gas pedal, rerouting the cement mixer to parking, and tried to turn around. Poke kept his eye wide and terrified on the fascinating specimen, not moving an inch. But it seemed like it did as the body was... floating closer?

Poke repeatedly tapped Bruner's shoulder as a sign to hurry up. Bruner couldn't keep his eyes of the specimen as well. "I'm trying!" he shouted as he reached a consensus. "I'm gonna get going-"

In their utter panic, Bruner realized the state of his drunkeness.

"You should drive this-"

Poke didn't care at that point. He signaled Bruner to keep going. As the other kept the car going, Poke kept watching the specimen, staring in the distance as Bruner wobbly drove the cement mixer, almot htting a tree.

"Are we getting the fuck away-" Bruner said, out of breath. Poke nodded frantically. Bruner sighed in relief as he kept his shitty driving up. He stopped near an empty street. "Let's switch places."

But before the two could do that, a loud bang conversed on the driver's seat door.

"Oh my God. The thing caught up to us-"

"Fucking hell, you two!" Mickey shouted, angrily drunk.

"Oh."

Mickey caught up to the two.

the day after, 8:54 am

"Spooky saw a guy get killed." Posty said nonchalantly.

"What?" Cap fathomed, almost slamming his hands on Posty's office table. "What the fuck?"

"Yeah." Posty added, "Dude got dumped in cement! Shame."

"Y- you sound like you don't care." Cleany quivered.

"I don't. It's not my fault that the guy got killed!"

"Who are they?" Cleany asked.

"Don't know. The rescueteam are still tryna carve out the person."

"Yeah, yeah, but why?" Cap asked, genuinely confused. He sat down on Posty's office chair. "Why did this shit happen now? It's not everyday someone dies in town-"

"Y'know, I bet it was her." Posty snickered as he forced himself next to Cap, causing the other to frown at his sight. "It makes a lot of fucking sense. A thief, murderer, she's probably planning her next heist about right fucking now-"

"Y- you guys are s- scaring me..." Cleany shoehorned in, looking away from the two.

"It's probably true, though!" Cap agreed, standing up the seat causing Posty to flop on the chair, earning an unintentional moan.

the day when it happened, 12:14 am

"How the fuck- how did you - how are you here?" Bruner asked, incredibly bewildered. He swore he got away from Mickey really quickly.

"Get out of my fucking car!" Mickey shouted so loudly he could've woken the neighbors meters away.

"You idiot, you're drunk!" Bruner spat back. "You shouldn't be driving-"

Poke gave him a contradicting look.

Mickey dropped the bottle and held the door so tightly he could've torn it off, as he lunged towards Bruner. He was truly drunk out of his mind.

"Fuck off!" he aggresively grabbed Bruner's polo and tried pulling him out of the vehicle. But Bruner persisted,

by grabbing onto Poke.

Poke jumped when Bruner's grubby hands reached for his shoulders, ultimately dragging him out of the vehicle along with Bruner no matter how hard his skinny fingers tried to work off Bruner's grip.

The two wereslammed to the ground, Bruner inflicting the most damage as he fell face first on the concrete pavement, while Poke landed on Bruner's soft body before he rolled off in a significantly softer landing.

Mickey hastily got in his vehicle, not a care for the two below him. Bruner groaned as he got up, hearing the sound of the car driving away. He spotted Mickey struggling to drive in a straight path, hitting trash cans and trees, eventualy stopping the vehicle in a random spot where the two's vision could still picture them.

"Fucking idiot."

Poke stood up not long after. He didn't apprieciate Mickey's outburst and Bruner's attempt at saving himself that ultimately led to their demise. He wanted to punch Bruner so badly, but kept his palm open.

"Let's walk home, Poke." Bruner said, looking up at the night sky.

He tapped Bruner's shoulder.

"We should follow Mickey."

Bruner rolled his eyes. "Hell no. He's gonna learn his lesson."

Poke looked dead serious. He grabbed Bruner's wrist and pulled it, practically begging him to go.

Bruner sighed. "Fine." he said unwillingly. "But-" he wiggled his arm out of Poke's grip. "Remember that glowing thing?"

Poke visibly went numb.

"Yeah, Mickey went that fucking direction." They both eyed the road behind them. "We're fucked if we go there, man. It might be close by."

"Don't be dramatic. It's far away from there." Poke glared at him.

"Oh, fine."

The two run to the cement mixer.

the day after, 8:39 am

Roy kept drilling into the block of cement, breaking chucks every minute.

"Are you sure there's someone in here, Spooky?" Roy asked as he looked back at Spooky, who looked like he was about to contemplate life.

"I'm sure! My eyes weren't fooling around!" Spooky lamented, slighlty cowerivng.

"Sure they were." Posty sarcastically remarked, rolling his eyes that it could reach the back of his head. "Why's a big fucking-"

"Language." Amber simply warned, eyeing Posty with a hard glare.

"Fine. Why is a big fricking block of cement inside a grassy area? That's so stu-" he earned another glare from Amber. "-so out of place when you think about it."

"I know, right?" Helly said cheerfully despite the triumph of a possible murder in their hands. "They could've hid the body underground instead of placing it inside a easily spotted cement pile-"

"Helly." Amber said, now serious. Helly immediately quieted down as he took more pictures with the camera in his hands.

"Whatever. This sounds like a fluke. I'm out." Posty reckoned, walking back to his mailvan.

How disrespectful.

the day when it happened, 12:20 am

Mickey was a mess.

Bruner dragged him out of the vehicle. "Come on, dude. You may be a bitch but you can stand up on your own feet." he joked.

Mickey shoved him the middle finger. "Fuck you."

Poke stood before them, anxious of his surroundings.

"C'mere, Poke. Help me with this." Bruner practically demanded, being half drunk himself.

Poke unwillingly came to their rescue and helped Mickey up on his own feet, yet Micked shoved them away ungratefully.

"Told you we should've fucking left him." Bruner murmured to Poke, glancing at him. But he froze.

Glowing red eyes were dragging itself behind the unsuspecting Poke.

"Oh, shit."

Poke tilted his head, seemingly confused. "What is it?" he gestured.

The creature started to lunge at him.

"Look out!"

Bruner hastily pushed Poke out of the way, creating a disaster for them as Bruner toppled the latter, ending with him on top of Poke.

"What the fuck?" Mickey simply said. The fine specimen then revealed itself.

Poke could only wish he was dreaming.

"A- amber?"

Bruner harshly whispered as he looked behind. The pink and white ambulance, who was kind and caring in the daylight, had revealed herself to be a terrifying sight.

"Amber? Fuck, help me over here, will you?" Mickey bravely spat to the robot towering over him. "Those shits barely did a fucking thing."

But Amber looked different.

(Not caring, not sweet, just pure terror looming over her.)

"What? Are you just gonna stand there? Fucking get me checked and drive me home, you bitch!"

Bruner began worrying. "Dude, don't say that-"

"Oh, fuck you, Bruner!" Mickey rasped, "You two haven't done a single good thing tonight! You almost hit me with a bottle of vodka, dragged Poke to steal my truck, and I had to fuck over my way to you guys and his bitch right here refuses to help me!"

The two got tense.

"Mickey, stop." Bruner simply said. He slowly walked up. "Let's just fuck off home and-"

"Like you have the common sense to-"

Poke only set his eyes on Amber. She looked awfully eerie and unmoving, something all of them didn't expect. She didn't even try to cool down the fight forming between two idiots.

Then she,

lunged at them.

The ambulance zoomed through the two, hitting them both painfully. Bruner and Mickey tumbled down separated directions, both holding their faces tightly to ease the pain.

"Ah, fuck!" They shouted in surprising unison.

Bruner's mind was clouded in dread as Amber hit the cement mixer. He was in utter shock as the robot's head slowly turned at his face.

His incredibly,

horrified,

face.

"Oh, shit."

Amber ran to him like he was a wanted criminal. Bruner tried crawling away as he didn't have enough time to stand up.

Poke was dumbfounded and absolutely scared shitless. His eyes scurried between his two friends, the one unconcsious and the other escaping death. He boggled about which one to save.

Which one...

the day after, 9:34 am

"This is taking forever." Roy complained.

The drill was in full power, yet they could only go so far as to half of the block of cement. The rest were already bored waiting for the outcome and left Roy to suffer by himself.

Well, except Amber.

"Do you mind if I help you?" she asked, a hopeful smile plastered on her robot exterior.

"No need, Amber." Roy said, exhausted from his workload. "I can handle this myself. You should go back to base with Helly and Poli."

"And leave you here?" Amber said, "I would never, Roy! I like watching you do these tiring workload!"

"Even if it will take up most of your lifespan."

Amber chuckled.

"As long as it's you, i'm glad to spend my time moping around."

A smile rised on Roy's face.

Before the fun culd continue, the drill hit an unexpected piece of plastic. It bounced off as Roy jumped from the friction. "What the hell?"

He looked down the hole to check.

"No."

the day when it happened, XX:XX

"Why, Poke?"

They were rattling in a bush for the past minute, shaking in fear of the robot out in the wild.

"Why?" Bruner repeated, his voice slightly louder.

Poke pressed his hands together, inclining a response.

"I don't know."

"Was it because I was closer to you? Am I just less of an asshole-"

Poke signaled for him to shut up when he heard the clink of metal scrape across the grass.

"Shit."

Bruner and Poke slipped their heads slightly out of the bush. An unconscious Mickey is set aside next to Amber, who was digging a hole. The cement mixer's tube was facing Amber and the to-be-created hole.

"Is she gonna bury him alive?" Bruner said, completely unfazed.

Poke didn't have time for Bruner's bullshit. His blood ran cold every dig. He tapped Bruner's shoulder.

"We need to escape right fucking now."

Bruner pressed his lips into a fine line. "I'm not watching someone die."

Slowly but surely, they crawled away from the unfolding crime scene.

A loud thud stopped them.

Bruner turned around, looking at Mickey's hanging body held up by a robot arm. He held Poke's hair and sloshed him to the ground. "Look." he muttered.

Poke gave him a panic-striken, irritated look. They were about to escape being the next victim, but he was forced out of his own will to watch someone die, not to mention the fact that Bruner contradicted his own words previously stated.

Mickey's body was carelessly dropped into the impressively speedily digged up hole. Judging by the sound of the drop, Poke could've imagined it to be six feet deep.

Poke desperately wanted to tell Bruner to get going, it only sufficed due to the risk of being caught.

Suddenly, Amber walked up to the cement mixer and ripped open the door. The faint crank of a lever could be heard.

"Oh."

"She's killing him,

by suffocating him

in-"

Cement slushed out of the tube.

"Ugh..." Mickey's voice cracked. "Wha- what the fuck-"

Poke could feel the terror.

"He's gonna drown in cement." Bruner murmured.

"You're not living another day." Amber's voice said, so different from her usual sweet tone, so-

tragic.

Cement poured down while Mickey screams slowly, painfully muffled.

the day after, 3 pm

"I still can't believe that was Mickey's body." Helly muttered, the numbness circulating.

"What kind of horrible monster would do such a thing?" Amber weeped.

She sat in her designated chair, plotting down all the patrol areas.

Her face was stoic.

She didn't care.

"May Mickey rest in peace, and whoever killed him go to hell." Mr. Builder said with pure rage and sadness.

Bruner and Poke silently looked at each other.

Bruner moved closer to Poke's ear.

"Should we tell the rescue team?"

"Should we tell her?"

-///-

the long awaited chapter one has sufficed from the dead

eat up imaginary audience

and you must be wondering, how the hell did spooky see the murder unfold? you gotta wait another week /j

[harrietbarnesblog]

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chapter 2: invitation

You saw Hana's tweet that was posted right after you posted your side of story. It was as if she was throwing shades on you. You read the replies and started to cry. You have never received so much hate over something. You had a few people supporting you but at a time like this all you could do was concentrate on the hate comments.

Honestly you needed a drink.

You poured yourself a big glass of whiskey. You drowned your sorrow in it.

Your phone rang and you knew who it was. Rachel.

"Y/n!" She said, in a comforting way.

"Rachelll. I wanna jump off a cliff and die in a painless way. Is that too much to ask?"

"Are you drunk? And also please don't kill over that petty bitch. Listen to me. Let the haters hate and we will continue our path. Don't stress yourself over this." She continued her advice. You pretended to listen while you poured yourself another two cups of whiskey and drank all of it.

"Good night, sweety." You said to her drifted to sleep.

"Y/n? Hello? Y/n?" She said, But received no response so she ended the call.

2days

The whole social media was divided into two. Team Hana and team y/n. It seemed like a small scandal but apparently people weren't gonna let it go away.

And also Rachel kept on trying to reach out to you but you weren't picking up your calls. You kept yourself lockdowned in your house. Avoiding everyone's call. Did I also mention you have turned into an alcoholic.

You used alcohol as a way to ease your pain.

Your phone rang on the table beside and you watched it ring. Five minutes later it rang again. You grew annoyed and saw who it was. TAYLOR FUCKING SWIFT.

Few months ago you acted in a mv for her. Ever since then you guys grew closer.

"Hey, y/n. How are you doing? I heard about the rumours and I know it's not true and I wanted to show you my support. " She asked.

"Hey Taylor. I'm not doing so great to be honest. Thanks for your support."

"Are you free this weekend?"

"I feel like I'm going to be free for the rest of my life with this situation."

"Calm down, babes. It will be alright. You know what? you should catch a flight here. VMAs is this wednesday and I want you to come.”

“I don't wanna cause you trouble. What if people started to talk bad about you cuz you are hanging out with me?”

“It's nothing new to me. People are cruel with their hateful pov. We just gotta enjoy ourselves with what we have and not care about them.”

“Okay fine I'll come.”

“That's the spirit. See you later.” she said.

“See you later.”

This one conversation was enough to get you sobered up. You immediately called Rachel and told her everything and she booked a ticket to go there to New Jersey. You booked a room for yourself in a 4 star hotel.

[sapphirecherry]

as promised, here is everything i thought while watching the spn pilot drunk:

(edited for clarity and also bc my phone couldn't understand my accent)

oh my jesus small sam and dean

oh my god mary

the blood dripping. the symbolism. oh my god.

"take your brother and go" what if i go feral? what if i go insane? how about that john winchester?

i should definitely not be watching this i'm going to have a stroke. i'm so not normal about these brothers, in fact i'm very much abnormal

oh my god, the original title screen...

i’m so in love with jared padalecki, it’s not even funny

dean

oh no this is way too fast for me

"dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn’t been home in a few days" *screams*

both right, don’t care. dean is right in that you have to hunt things and save people and sammy is right in that their mother wouldn’t wouldn’t have wanted this for them

i’m gonna throw up for real

"what was he hunting?" that’s my boy sam!

you know i think i’m starting to sober up. this is not good, but it’s also good, but not (i was not in fact sobering up)

how fucking long does it take to complete this pre-law degree for fucks sake

oh my god, the iconic curved sam blade

they're going to jericho california motherfucker

dumb motherfucker

"i can never go home" AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

oh my god what’s going on?

"for one, they're cassette tapes"

"shotgun shuts his cakehole"

dad’s not dead yet idiots

i’m sorry, no one’s believing you're any kind of federal agent whatsoever

dean slapping the back of sam's head you're so iconic

this whole thing seems so rushed, but i have no idea if it’s because i'm very much under the influence or if it’s actually just kind of shit pacing

hey, let the stanford lawboy do the talking okay, he knows what he’s doing

why can't this text to speech thing, not understand my accent. homophobic.

yay dean gets covered in mud

OMG sam

hate to say it sammy, but dean is correct

sam's kind of real, for that

their voices are so high-pitched

"you smell like a toilet"

sam and his lock picking skills and his dean yanking skills, you will always be famous

fucking woman in white

"no chick flick moments"

"jerk" "bitch"

my teeth feel fuzzy

oh my god, he’s such a slut

did you just say my boobs???

get fucked, get your fucking father’s journal shoved up your arse

coordinates jackass

so excited for the sam bangs™️ to make an appearance. love the curtain bangs, but the bang bangs? forever famous

are you kidding? of course he’s never heard of it.

tragic

ha ha dean winchester 1, police 0

sammy you’re about to get your shit rocked

oh fuck

hey you bitch, get your hands off my husband! my wife!

oh my god, he’s so excited driving straight to the house. i love him please marry me sam winchester

how the fuck has it been 37 minutes already

woman in white you’re so famous, how does it feel to have set up the entire omegaverse?

obsessed with the fact that the winchester brothers look normal sized basically this entire episode because they never stand next to someone that’s actually normal sized

dean so real for that

why is there only one headlight working

no! jess! jessica! love of my life!

what i would give to live with stanford era sam winchester in a small little dorm room

oops, there goes all of his clothes and earthly possessions

he was going to propose!!!!

azazel kill yourself. shoot yourself point-blank between the eyes

"we got work to do"